Why did you do it ? Why ? [6 August , 1945 , Hiroshima]

They say she still haunts the alleys of Hiroshima
Standing near Yahata River
Her young, singed body, racked with shiver after shiver.
Every pore of her body recalls death’s ominous intent.
Skin hanging in strips
Questions burning on singed lips.
Her tears fall into the Yahata River
And she shivers.
The fires still rage
In that girl, who seventy one years back
Was just fifteen years of age.
“Little boy, why did you do it?
Why?”
On burnt lips trembles this question.
At 8. 15 A.M that morning
She left her dad and mum
Hey what was that?
Ah, it was gruesome
A searing flash of bright light
Plunged Hiroshima in darkness!
“Little Boy, why did you do it?
Why?”
At a particular spot the little girl glances
Walking away in a somnambulistic trance
Only to come again
And again
To stand near the Yahata River
Skin hanging in strips
Questions burning on singed lips.

Every day, frantically she digs under a mud wall
Ah, it is so droll!
Buried there, she finds her tiffin box
With boiled rice and peas
Utterly carbonized
Perhaps, lamenting a psyche absolutely dehumanized?
They say she still haunts the alleys of Hiroshima
Standing near Yahata River
Her young, singed body, racked with shiver after shiver.
Her question still resonates in funereal tones
Rising above her moans
Little Boy, why did you do it ?
‘ Why ? Wh….w …..?’

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About Santosh

An educationist with a passion for writing , having published some novels for young adults, some essays and some poems. My poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi will soon be published .

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