By Akanksha Rai Sharma
I am fine
My hands cupping my head like pine
looking at the sunset’s last shine
my soul feels like an extinguished dime.
I think I am fine
Because I heard it when I was nine
that people lived without hands , eyes , legs Without remorseful sign
that lightened my heart and my spirit for the time.
I wish I am fine
When I see the world heading towards its doom
And waiting for humanity to be destroyed with one last boom
While looking at wrinkled skins and starving jaws , with bloodshed and the time running toward humanity’s dead line
I wish I could change the satan’s mind to mine
Then everything would have been fine.