By Heena Chauhan
ONE LAST TIME The world’s melting before my eyes, Drowning in the ocean of neglect, Gasping for air one last time, Till it freezes to death. Hear! Hear! Hear them cry, Those innocent lives, Trying to hold their pieces together, In the eye of storm one last time. When will the dawn break? Shrouded and invisible in the darkest night they ask, Clinging together, floating and gasping, To be seen and saved one last time.
Heena Chauhan teaches English Literature at University of Delhi, India. Also, a research scholar, Heena spends most of her time in reading her favourite authors, cooking and skygazing.
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