by Oindrila Sil (15)
Loreto Convent, Asansol
Their cries rang in my ears every day.
Their faces haunted me every night.
My guilt consuming
The feigned peace in my heart.
I looked at them. Into their eyes.
There was helplessness in them.
They knew that I could help them,
And so did I.
Maybe I was too busy sheltering myself
Or maybe I couldn’t care less
At that moment.
And just when I got myself to safety
And let out a sigh of relief,
Destiny decided to put an end to their pain
And set them free forever…
Now when I walk down those streets,
The scars of my heart burn again
With the pain I’d left those folks to suffer
And I realise the collateral damage I’ve done
To my soul…
This poem has been published in the April 2016 issue of The Teenager Today.