I was lying under the heap of bricks
One two, ten, fifty, hundred, thousands...
I could not cry any more
They all fell upon me one by one
all at a time, I dont know how they exactly fell upon me
I saw the whole building becoming bricks
The debris rushed upon me
To bury me alive
I was dead, I was sure I was dead.
I never died earlier, so I did not know if I was dead.
Bricks fell on me one after one, all at a time
I bled profusely, my senses got benumbed
One of my eyes got blind
One of my arms bruised awfully,
I heard no human sound
But I longed to hear such a sound
Human voice could be so sweet to hear
I heard a man calling a man
'O, come here, a man is still breathing'
I lost my sense and heard no more.
Ratan Bhattacharjee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiti-under-the-bricks-buried-alive/
