NADEYA ALLI

Tears trickles down my face
It curves and wraps the crevices of my wrinkles, formed by worry
The cries of the hot burning sun in the land that never sleeps
Buried under the rubble
I am a number
A fraction of those lost
1/2 dead
Waiting I wonder
All there is left to do is hope
I wait
I wait
I wait
Nothing
I hope
I hope
I hope
Dying
Is this the punishable gruesome death that I must undergo
Spare me
Forgive me of my sins as lay
Let me breathe
Let the sweet song of life sing in my lungs
Will the cries echoed through the waste filled land summon me to the depths of hell
Nay, for this is hell on earth

Tribute to the victims of the earthquake in Nepal