When i was young my teacher taught me.
One day we all will die, except the one GOD.
I was shocked after hearing the wandering sentence.
When i was ten years old i saw the dead body of many people.
They were lying on the roof and roads but no one was going towards them.
My heart wept, and I was reminded of the sentence, from the great teacher.
When i looked around, everyone was crying for help.
It was a horrific time for me, being among all of them.
Mountains were flying like a kite, the houses were damaged.
It was the eighth of October in the early morning.
When I reached school suddenly the earthquakes started.
I still have nightmares about that day and the thoughts of death.
