Avalanche

By Shreya Ghosh

I saw my death coming.

The repercussions of nature,

like a roaring angry tigress.

Appalled by the daylight nightmares

Ceased the red stream to flow.

The moment I looked back,

Felt my lungs collapsing

Even though I believed my metal blades,

My inevitable death was fast approaching.

The impending catastrophe

was pulling me backward.

Heart beating even much faster,

proceeding towards my graveyard.

The whumph of annihilation

Transformed solitude into million cries.

The formidable power of nature

Laid darkness in front of eyes.

Race with insurmountable competitors

Threw my muscular physique.

Every second anticipating a close shave,

was blessed by the oblivion of sleep.

By Shreya Ghosh