I was lying under the heap of bricks <br />One two, ten, fifty, hundred, thousands... <br />I could not cry any more <br />They all fell upon me one by one <br /> all at a time, I dont know how they exactly fell upon me <br />I saw the whole building becoming bricks <br />The debris rushed upon me <br />To bury me alive <br />I was dead, I was sure I was dead. <br />I never died earlier, so I did not know if I was dead. <br />Bricks fell on me one after one, all at a time <br />I bled profusely, my senses got benumbed <br />One of my eyes got blind <br />One of my arms bruised awfully, <br />I heard no human sound <br />But I longed to hear such a sound <br />Human voice could be so sweet to hear <br />I heard a man calling a man <br />'O, come here, a man is still breathing' <br />I lost my sense and heard no more.<br /><br />Ratan Bhattacharjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiti-under-the-bricks-buried-alive/
