Earthquake

sobs and wounds

muffled,

 from beneath the rubbles and soot,

piled up death,

crisped away flesh,

the human ness in us

 so puny, 

so fragile,

now afraid to look up

 into destiny’s mocking eyes; 

I hold sadness in my palm

like a handful of gravels;

fingers paining to crumple and
 collapse.

But then, I know

in this hate and fear

we will re create our Earth.

All of us,

we amputee limbs,

skin cancers,

orphans,

disfigured ones;

we all gang up

to give birth to another beginning

from the middle.

Let us fill ourselves with courage

and name it survival.

Now we would be able to look up

and confront

Destiny.