Rinita is a creative writer, with focus on poetry. She delves into several forms including Haiku/Senryu, Sonnets, Free Verse, and Prose.
There aren't enough selfless people in this world, probably, and the ones that are there often get called too soon from up above, doing a selfless deed that no one understands.
This is a tribute to such unsung heroes, without names, unknown to everyone, common folks, but outstandingly moral in their deeds of sacrificing their lives to save other unknown people.
The murky water pulled her downwards
She tried her best to swim through the tide
Her hands full, stretched upward, “Oh, look!
There is the missing child”, someone cried
Her feet were groped by monsters unseen
And she drowned, drowned, drowned
They brandished their knives, steely shine
He had but his hands to wage a war
He flew through in rage, the woman ran
He bought her the time to move afar
His palms were no match for the sharp steel
And he bled, bled, bled
She frantically pressed all the buttons
The elevator would not budge even an inch
Opened then the door briefly, the infirm rolled out
It whirled to the abyss, she sank without a flinch
Man-made device turned friend to foe
And she fell, fell, fell
They don’t get medals at the President’s house
They are not headliners of the morning news
They are of no color, creed, nationality
They are not Muslims, Hindus, Catholics, or Jews
They are the ones who lay their lives
Much like the ones that do so at borders
Unsung heroes without a martyr badge
They silently follow their hearts’ orders
Questions & Answers
Question: Where do you get your inspiration?
Answer: In general, I draw my inspiration partly from life experiences and partly from observation. For this particular piece, I went down memory lane when about 15 years ago my city was heavily flooded. In the midst of all the chaos, an average citizen (not of the rescue team) saved many lives but lost his own. It happened not far from my home and the incident had an impact on me. Thank you for your question.
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