Hiroshima

By Banani Sikdar

Arrived the auroral morning, fresh, blue, promising,

An oblique luminous streak, nudged him for waking.

Winding up, eyelids still heavy, beheld Haruto, the morning sight,

A morning, picture-perfect, trees majestic, flirting with sunlight.

Brightness, for a split second, brightest, eyesoring, extraterrestrial,

Franklin, Electricity, still unknown, Haruto frowned at the occurance, ethereal.

Soonest, his home in debris, frightened him to the core,

Terrified, frozen, discerned he, the doomsday, surfacing to the fore.

Instantly sandblind, unclothed, with reflex weak yet functional,

Muffled, unsteady voice uttered Sayo, a name, very sweetly habitual.

Aged though, a father, a protector, gulped down his horror,

His bubbly, young daughter, like crazy, sought her assured shelter.

Blood, bruises, cuts, splinters, Sayo's fresh jewellery,

Together, somehow, the duo ran the toughest marathon for sanctuary.

Imageries outside, gory, repetitive,

Death and Destruction, the hellish combination,

As if under Satanic spell, Sun went to farthest Aphelion.

Hiroshima, a town, capsizing, deep down in bottomless pit,

However, Atomic Bomb, a novel term became an instant hit.

With a price, impossibly exorbitant, rather shameful though,

Science, with all its beautiful glory, invited a smudgy blow.

'Little Boy' wasn't' t little' , it was monstrous , demonic,

Did' Colonel Tibbet' visit 'Tibet,' a country so holistic?

'Truman'a President, had everything except, a mind Humanistic.

By Banani Sikdar