The black hole tragedy

By Puru   

How am i going to survive?
our bodies turn cold,
since they shoved us in tonight.

i am drenched in pain,
it's hysterically hot inside.
there is just one window,
this isn't a place for us to reside.

our fate,our lives,
we no longer decide.
it just baffles me in my mind,
even in my wildest dreams.
Would i have imagined,
that 23 of us could witness an end,
to this treacherous and tedious night.

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The poem is based on the series of events which took place during the reign of the british in India back in the 20th century.A battle had broken out between a ruler in the west and the East India which ended in 146 british soldiers being trapped inside a dingy small room with just one window overnight.