EARTHEN

The Earth is too much with me

In spite of her frightening tremors

Defining my days and hours,

Clawing to my soul,

Clinging to the being in invisible showers

Dragging dreams nearer to the imminent fires;

Myths about losing houses of clay haunt me in dreams

Nightmares of body turning into vegetable sends us to screams,

Leaving us to flounder at life’s over-crowed shore

Still desiring for things more and more;

We‘re in dire need now of a reincarnation

Like our lord preparing for one

For our earth threatens to burn into vague ashes

With a blistering Sun,

As in absence of a real fire, emptily we burn

In throes of a hollow consternation !

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/ 25.05.15