Time may have excelled anecdotes, but anecdotes never are forgotten:
She woke up a little bit earlier, and looked for morning drink,
None except her old grandma was her sole refuge;
Yet her dad would go on trade and mischief,
And his visit to home would be rather once or twice a while.
The dawn of the day looked ominous in and out,
And she could not unravel the mystery of the day’s dark countenance,
She took her subjects and planned herself for the day at school.
There was no cry of birds around, and there was no light in,
She was prepared to link herself with the chain of life as usual.
Ubiquitous silence prevailed everywhere and it was much more that day.
She called her mom, as she would call the grandma so,
There was silence, and suddenly there was heard a bird’s cry,
Thrice she called her mom, but silence peeped in and out.
Her call was responded but by a strange cry of vulture.
Where did the vulture’s cry come from? She was at stake.
All in a sudden she was hit by a crow inside her chamber,
And she ran to the trembling corpse of her mom,
She shook the corpse and shouted for her life.
Could she have known the corpse would come back to life?
She was just in her teens that the world to her was distant.
The corpse of her mom lay still despite her utter cry,