Not Just A Number—To Her
458 people died,
Oh! To what a horrendous number
The causality has flied
May God bring peace to their souls
A few days more and we shall soon,
Forget this whole—
Know the worth of his life
Which has been lost, an ago while
From those ambling the same mile
Wall to that creeping,
And twining vine
To whom he was sacred Nile
Quencher of thirst,
Bestower of pleased smile
Ask her whose joy has been
Poisoned and
tied
For the one she loved,
Has now died!
PS—Dedicated to those lost souls, precious to their
loved ones and only a no. (number of deaths) to us…
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