The lightning strikes and takes a life or lives – The sad poetry given below is based on the true incident that was reported on 2022 February 4 on page 7 of the local news section of the Hindustan newspaper. In fact, around the world, such news is reported on almost a daily basis (some place or other, the world is big).
When such an incident becomes news, it brings sorrows and tears not only to the family who lost its important member but also the entire neighborhood and beyond.
Rest in Peace Says Sad Poetry:
Rest in peace such souls,
Jesus just saved you more sins;
Lo, He now spreads his arms,
And takes those in his white bins!
Coming back to the story, the incident happened in the locality Bijlipura, Shahjahanpur, India. The old farmer had gone to his farmland to keep vigil where lightning took his life. The badly burnt dead body was brought back to the village by those who were witness to the strike. The shock wave made the entire family tremble and surrender to grief, sorrows, and nonstop tears.
The entire neighborhood was shocked after hearing about the sad episode. Cruel fate, isn’t it! The time was afternoon and then there was an untimely downpour. To escape, the poor old man opened his umbrella when suddenly the lightning wreaked havoc. The fate was uncalled for and indeed an irreparable loss.
Below, you will find the heart-rending narration in the form of sad poetry. The story is heart baffling and the rhyme that follows is also atypical – abba.
The Farmer Who Lost His Soul to A Lightning Bolt – A Tribute with Sad Poetry
My God, spare my father
And a place to live in heaven:
He went to the farm land, when
Lightning bolt touched like a feather!
Burnt he laid, counting his last breaths,
We took him to a nearby hospital,
But alas, it was too critical.
There he took his last breaths!
My mother cried,
My sister cries,
The time to burial flies,
And I too cried!
The whole family begs tears to stop,
But they are just too adamant
To crop! Relatives and aunt
Beg us to put on crying a stop!
There is now a big hole,
Which wasn’t there earlier;
Who will now fondly call me dear,
Who will now vigil the farm whole!
A remarkable loss it is for all,
Have mercy on him Lord!
I pray thee, spare his bad word,
He was a poor farmer, loved by all!
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