The casual tragedy.

By Sunishka

a tribute.

There sits a women quiet, next to her husband

Her husband

lies still, life ebbing away

Silenced for reasons he thought not himself

Now she sits

She sits in a puddle of heart shattering shock

And he lies in a puddle

of blood

Now a mother clutches her shawl

For the son who dared to go for a quiet getaway

To a valley which flourished, where pockets were nourished

Has now snatched family from a family holiday.

Oh how a tiny piece of paradise

burns now as an engulfing piece of hell

how the rings of laughter from the lungs of a toddler

turn into deafening shots etched in your memory

forever

The unexplained absence, sudden holowness

of death

Splashed on life so horrendously

Now what holds

is a silence

With unparalleled sorrow

A living aftermath of a terrible tragedy.