Vantage point

Saturday, April 05, 2003

Wind picks up
Leaves everywhere
Dust in my eyes...not a storm yet

Door rattles
Shudder in the bed
Gulp in my throat...not a quake yet

Sun blazes
Parched lips shiver
Dry throat shrivels...not a famine yet

Blinding pain
Head cracked
Ears ringing
Nose bleeding
Limbs mangled
........not even alive yet!

p.s - poem's got nothing to do with Iraq or SARS.....or anything you would see in the papers