By Shivani Kadam
Interior of earth collapses
And all we feel is a slight shiver
No wonder it's impossible
To reach the earth’s core
Everythings tolerable on the surface
Droughts come and go
We live
With fire in our hearts
Earthquakes suppressed in our minds
Volcanoes erupting from our eyes
Burning the darkness into ashes
Earth kills earth
We do the same
Thumping hearts dig their own graves
Bloody waves keep thudding on soft walls
Sizzling sphere — inflaming horizons
Sun-drunk cities flood in summer rain
Angels and demons stitched together
Tear each other apart
Starved minds feeding on rotting bodies
Chew on flesh and bone of their own
And yet the bird sings — a song — so placid
Melody bleeding from its clipped wings
Ash — fire — and ash again
Too much to rise and burn for
It was too late when they taught us
It isn’t the sun that rises but earth that revolves