Cry for Help~ By Parnashree Kundu

A dark wintry feeling
Froze my
Lovely sense that awakened spirits when morning came.
There was no pain in my
Heart and no tears in my eyes
Going under the gust of happiness, no strain of mind
Endured. But afflictions of pain when comes to mankind
Who tells? Under the blue heaven
That was like an ocean
Skelton looking boy with closed eyes
Laid down on the hard chest of stony way.
No sense in him, only decay.

Dull gesture, deep brown skin, innocent face
Deserved for grace
Deserved for kindness.
But sense of mine
Under the warm sunshine
Froze at seeing how ignored he was!
No men saw, what the loss was
When an innocent life is seized on.
Many walking men there
Although looked at him but showed no pity.
Wounded face and bloody body were neglected
With hatred.
How kindless human and their humanity!

I froze and reached him on a slow walk
Around me mourning air and morning grim
Blogged my sense to return back to my destination
Telling me that he belongs to our nation.
I should show my love to him.
I should show my pity on him.
I should kill his pain.
Those thoughts awakened my sense
Keeping me in a clean conscience
That I should save that innocent life with the help of mine.
But heavy flow of blood and smashed bone
Made me feel alone,
Gave me fright
From where I saw no light.
My two eyes filled with hot tears.
My sense froze more than before.
I helplessly cried for help from my panic shore.
All giving one look, passed, but did not like to hear.
I cried for help
But I did myself.

I, in that selfish world
In that loveless world
I belong too.
Here no man sees you.


Author Bio:
Parnashree was born in West Bengal In Kharapur in 1988. She is an Indian writer and poet and completed her M.A. from Vidyasagar University in India.