All the things around were shaking
The intensity was such that all was breaking
The glazed eyes that looked around
The moving ones did not know
Where they bound.
Then the darkness lifted and there was light
But, for me, nothing seemed right.
An nightmare that are very few will forget
For so closely with death we had met
For me, I was all alone.
Walking alone like a lifeless clone.
My dreams shattered and family scattered.
For me now nothing mattered
Even if a ray of hope did shine,
It was others and never mine.
I cried, but for what?
It all comes to the question, now what?
All seems dark and dreamy
There seemed no chance of me being free
Alone in this wide world.
Further into my shell I curled
At night I woke up screaming,
Tears from my eyes streaming,
In all this dreadful happening,
The loving touch, the wanted feeling
All was lost never to be gained.
All I felt was I was chained
Why did all this happen to me?
Like others to be happy, was I not meant to be?
It all left such a scar on my mind
I could never, never leave all this behind
Yes, all this came back when I stood
looking at the wild moor
Realising that all that was mine was
Lost in Latur.
Archana was awarded a Commendation prize in the Second All-India Poetry Competition Among School Children : 1997.