celebrate life

Atop the mound of dead,
A voice came,
Voice that was soaked in terror,
Trembling, still hint of courage,
Frail figure emerged from top of the heap,
Pale and dark, Shocked, still pink with hint of life,

Yes I am alive,
Alive to see the world,
Alive to be seen,
With every thing lost n
Everyone gone what is left for me,
But still there is relief about being alive,
But still in middle of all I wanted to survive,
Not only me but all doing so
Cause life’s charm wins over death
So celebrate life...