Dead Aspirations
A night yet again passed by,
With my child craving for a tricycle.
My beloved coveting to confront her ailing Mumma 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 by desensitised 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 fulfilment of my loved one's will.
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