Hey friends. This poem is a tribute to the people who have passed away in the Nepal tragedy or have lost family members in that horrifying and sorrowful earthquake.
All I request for is that at least show remorse for those who have lost their family, pray for the ones who are alive and have to suffer the lose of their loved ones, for the dead who have lost so much of their precious life.

DEAD ASPIRATIONS

(By- Protichi Chatterjee)

A night yet again passed by

With my child craving for a tricycle.

My beloved coveting to confront her ailing mamma with a sigh

And I postponing as usual, my character so typical.

The building shook, my bones within rattling

The Earth seemed to dislodge itself from the universe.

I grabbed my family with the terror within me rising

Just as the world came apart at its seams.

Voices first reached my desensitized ears

Then I felt the still bodies of my existence pressed about me.

Comprehension dawned on me with an intensity fierce

And I felt my life ebbing away from me.

Rescue had arrived, and maybe I would survive,

But all those dead aspirations cut me like sharpened knives.

If I would but give up profit-making businesses for a day,

My family would have died all merry and gay.

How to respond to the calls of the rescuers

When I desired to accompany my family in their tours?

My life wanted to come to a stand-still

All I craved for was the fulfillment of my loved ones’ will.