While the iron giant-on-wheels,
Was rushing towards
its destination,
Tearing apart the
darkness of the devilish night,
With the sharp ray of
its headlight,
The commuters were
resting,
Unconcerned in the
spell of a sound sleep.
As ill-luck took its
toll on the journey,
On a sudden jerk of
the wheels,
The engine derailed from
the track,
Effecting derailment
and collision of some bogies,
Stunning the unaware
innocent inmates.
Horrible screaming of
people replaced,
The raucous noise of
the wheels and the whistle.
Chaos and rout echoed
the ugly peal of the calamity.
Life fought with all
its might to break free,
From the cruel grip of
death amidst darkness.
Death waylaid life,
time strangulated breaths,
Of some unfortunate commuters
in their sleep,
While some became
physically crippled, for the rest of their life,
But were granted another
opportunity by their lady luck,
To live and struggle
with their tough future ahead.
Some blessed with an
escape, flashed towards every scream,
In search of their
missing relatives from among the wreckage,
With hope and qualm reflected
on their faces,
Crying for help from
the souls on the surroundings,
Appealing for a grace
from above their heads.
The tiny girl who was
jumping all over the coach with a teddy bear,
Rushing from this
uncle to that aunt the previous evening,
Sharing her excitement
of reaching her grandma the next morning,
Was identified in parts
among the debris by an eyewitness,
Holding tight her
bloodstained doll in one of her fragmented hand.
No one was having a mind
to care about the luggages,
Or the headgear of a
bridegroom, a gold bangle set,
Scattered among the disintegrated
human body parts,
Unfolding the true
worth of material possessions,
In comparison to the
horror of death and the human urge to survive.
Witnessing life and
death on their toes,
The instances of life
falling to its clutch or succeeding to evade,
Was just an eye-opener towards the grave realities,
Of the helplessness
and debility of an individual human,
Uncertainty and
unpredictability of his destiny.
Feels pain for those
who are suffering from injuries.
My head bows before God
praying for them,
Tears beg alms from
Him for their early recovery;
After all, they all are
souls like mine,
I feel pinch inside
pondering over the departure,
Of some carrying
shoulders, caring hearts,
Effecting nonrenewable
losses to their families,
I tremble with the
imagination of the shattered establishments
Of some families on
the abrupt collapse of their resting pillars.
I condole their exit,
Pray god to back the jolted
and grieved families,
And let the deceased
souls rest in peace.
