A Little Too Late

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I was wandering around the world

Flying and enjoying my tour

I thought there is happiness everywhere around

Until I saw people with the wounds

Wounded in their hearts.

There they needed help

But we slept,

As nothing has happened.

And their light of hope as low as lantern’s.

It was the impact of the flood

Everywhere scattered was blood

Just for some water and bread

All the lives were shed

I cried

But nobody replied

Now I have learnt the truth

But it was all too late

Because then I noticed

That I was dead

Flying and wandering around.

Now there was no wound, but pain

The pain that is in my heart.

(I was reading about the women during the natural calamities and went into the deep thoughts about how they have suffered)

I am writing after a long time so I hope it’s good.