Earthquake

Sometimes ago, there was life and vibrancy

In the air, springing forth from the masses,

Living in habitats man-made; They started from the scratches having no resource except

Their unflinching resolve;

On the ground, the stones and boulders were spread around

In the vast expanse of desert, Along with the sporadic growth of weeds, bushes

And dwarf trees; everywhere hope was hanging

On the slender threads

Of crushing winds;

They don’t know why the mother earth

Showed her anger in such a devastating

Manner; they are frightened of Showing emotions,

And the tears in their eyes have

Dried up permanently;

The desert winds,this time,

Will not wean away their atoms of agony anymore;

Once again, they are back to square

One; there are small stones, pebbles and

Boulders, eager to tell their stories of

Mass destruction with muted voices reflecting

Immense pain and trauma;

The dead ones will be remembered

For long, by the ones who survived;

They will indulge In hard thinking,

Speculating about their misdeeds and

Wrong steps, taken in

The course of their life’s journey;

Earthquakes don’t come uninvited;

This is the time to think afresh

And enlighten our path,

By clearing the old and worn-out

Cobwebs where the thought process has

Stuck, at the end of our mind’s dark tunnel.