The sky was azure blue, <br />When the whir was audible, <br />To the onlookers, <br />Who couldn't locate it <br />Due to the bright sun above, <br />The pane dropping something, <br />Sped away hurriedly, <br />Bursting something <br />On the land where the stuff <br />Landed, making <br />A thousand suns come alive <br />On the earth, evapouraring <br />Human, all being <br />Flesh and bones, <br />Sending a heat wave <br />Of thousand degrees <br />Blowing up everthing <br />In it's accursed path, <br />When it was two minutes <br />To midnoon, of sixth of August <br />On which dated a girl <br />Was born to a man, <br />Thirty five later, <br />Who felt the heat of unwanted <br />Wars of the world, <br />Rising out of conflicting ethos, mythos <br />Yet remebering the day <br />Every year on her birthday. <br /> <br /> <br />Ravikiran Arakkal.<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-minutes-to-midnoon/
