The End

The End

By Rajul Tiwari

I saw the clouds which inked,
somewhere in the mountains they blinked...
They meant their colour,
upon several lives they fell like a muller...

My heart gasped with agonising fear,
though they went far, it seemed so near...
What happened was not thunder,
A wrath or a question on faith's wonder...

Sea of humans was washed away by a river,
bodies clasped between boulders, bursting heart and liver...
And what stood was a shrine, adored by living and dead,
sitting peacefully over a corpse's bed...

All went their chanting and dancing, sweating faith,
they were nothing and no one there, but just a bait...
Finding God is being dead in His lap,
even then He didn't wake up from his cosmic nap...

Ever since then, I bell a temple, I don't seek but ask,
Is this dance of death needed for life to unmask?
The current of water hurts my soul,
the rivers carried bodies like pieces of coal...

This is how the clouds washed the nature,
Scrub of living bones, for a cleansed future...
Haven't we done the same all this while,
poisoned the blessings enough to explode this pile...

People lost, died, crushed, distorted and forever bruised,
Mother showed us how she is wasted and abused...
God didn't interfere for now nothing is unjust,
it has to pass, the curse of time, the nature's powerful burst...

Alone He sits in mournful silence,
passively suffering with the deeds of his sons...
It is still not late to hold these clouds that churn,
let's not wait till He Himself stands and turn...

Once upon a paradise, now a ghostly abode,
A life peeps from rotten graves, only to sing this ode...
For you I sing O' Earth dear,
even if you decided to end us, you kept us in you, so close, so near...