“Fire Drill” – Nayana Nair

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Yesterday the fire alarm rang.
We pretended to run
even though we knew of this lie.
Cause we were convinced
this will keep us alive,
when (if) our worst fear
(out of so many)
became reality.

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And in the open
where it was supposed to be safe
(as if any place in this world is safe)
when it started to drizzle,
people just wanted to run to a shelter.
Even if it meant taking refuge
in the building they ran away from
with fake fire.

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And so like always,
like all of us,
they ran from one place to another,
one fear to another.
And I realized I was too tired to run now.
Running from fire,
running from rain,
running from commitments,
running from love,
running from myself.
I was too tired.
Aren’t you?

12 Comments

  1. ร‘ayana superb poem ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks you ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

  2. johncoyote says:

    Amazing poetry. Left something for the reader to think about.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

  3. yuhublogger says:

    Bad choices, bad decisions and fear! Well written.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. There is beautiful depth in this poem.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot :-):-D

  5. Mayur says:

    I am still stand.

  6. Sifar says:

    Philosophical!! Loved it!! And next time fire drill happens this is surely going to be on my mind!! ๐Ÿ˜Š

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