At the stroke of midnight
She sat on her bed wide awake
Her parents would come barging in
Carrying gifts and of course the cake
Holding her phone close to her heart
To receive the calls on the first ring
Patiently she sat with a wide smile
Wondering what this year would bring
Last year had been magical
All her dreams had come true
She hoped that this year would be better
In her mind, candles she blew
Five minutes passed and no one came
Could they have forgotten the date?
Not a call, not even a ping
For a little longer she decided to wait
Then it finally dawned upon her
What if she was in for a surprise
She rushed and opened her door
Hoping to be greeted with joyous cries
The room was dark and smelt different
She waited for the lights to come on
Instead a cloud of dust hit her
And then the darkness was never gone
Far away, her mother knelt slowly
Shedding a tear before Alma Mater
A year ago, on this very day
She had lost her only daughter
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
~ Soumya
Wow! Unusual and nice!
ReplyDeleteCouldn't quite understand last para, are you writing on behalf of dead girl?
ReplyDeleteNo. I'm writing as the third person.
DeleteThis is so touching. very beautifully written . All the best for the contest.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kalpana.
DeleteThis is sad but nevertheless beautifully written..
ReplyDeleteThe last para was unusual..
Thank you :)
Deletetouching :)
ReplyDelete:)
DeleteReally unusual , Loved the verse.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sunitha.
DeleteSigh. *Deep breath*
ReplyDeleteNice to have you back after a long time :)
DeleteWell written. A little bit unusual, though.
ReplyDeleteThat was the intent. Thank you!
DeleteOooh *different*
ReplyDeleteTried something new :)
DeleteSurprise; really it was..!!
ReplyDeleteEverything seems so beautiful until the last few lines, which really pricks deep down the heart. Simply awesome, Soumya.
Thanks Prashanth.
DeleteI don't know why, I couldn't stop thinking about that ghastly fire in which many school children were trapped and succumbed to the burns. Also, this poem reminded me of something I read long back.. They say children don't realize they are dead and sometimes don't cross over :(
ReplyDeleteOhh now that makes me really sad :(
DeleteGhost!
ReplyDeleteI don't know what kind of response would you want to elicit from readers after reading this, but I kind of felt sorry.
Nice read.
Blasphemous Aesthete
Unusual and pain was the intent.
DeleteGlad you liked it :)
Nice twist!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Glad that you're back :D
DeleteI loved this. I always love a twist in the end. :-)
ReplyDeleteIt was sad though.
Thank you! Poignancy was intentional.
DeleteI really enjoyed reading this! Wonderful post.
ReplyDeleteAs usual a good post, but Sad ending... Liked the twist in the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sharath.
DeleteOne of your best!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteStriking! Unexpected ending.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely written Soumya!