When We Will Talk

By Abhishek Panwar

The air I breathed, the earth I walked
Are not the same, ’cause the door is locked.

I can see myself, killing all the fields..
All the birds were dying, they were out of shields.
And the land I called, that mother was dying:
“Ohh please! My children, can't you hear me crying?”

And when the time was there for me to wake,
I was dreaming of having a house by the lake.
I was melting the glacier, I was burning the forest,
And the fauna were shouting my name with no rest.

But the motors I built to leave others behind,
I can see that being slow was an option more kind.
Should I still wonder why the sky is so black?
No! A profitable factory... I should cut them some slack?

When the Nature herself took the matters in hand,
She was healing my siblings in the water, on the land.
She was furious, and there were some tears of pain..
I hope she's not taking some years of rain.

I've been given a chance to stop and think,
To let those flowers bloom red, blue, and pink.
I don’t deserve another day, I don’t deserve another night,
But I still can learn.. because I can't stand this fight.

So when the doors will unlock and I will roam out free,
I promise not to harm the siblings, the water, or the tree.
And the air I breathe and the earth I walk
Will tell me how I did when we will talk...