on a jolt of lightning,
streets crack, pavements broke
into billion pieces,
rivers of blood gushing through
every crack,
sharp rubble piercing the very
flesh, scarring.
birds fly, fishes swim, still stating
the obvious,
every wound leaves a mark
wiping tears, eyes to cheek
still it stays,
plunging on the very depths of misery,
on the brink of death, i soar.
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