In deep breath I reckon my beloved friends
Stunned senses I cannot control; in thinking
For hopeful sessions again with them
From this time to a time I can still hold.
Injured, missing and mass burial
Ears cannot stand what more of the heart
The feeling of goodbye was not felt.
What more can endure this – painless hurt.
I never asked to know death times
I just want preparation for melancholy.
But if this can’t be, let it be just
Fortuitous minutes do not reason out.
Still, I long for a sweet reply
From my beloved and from above