#indian poem

You are here

But I feel

Your absence

I will meet you there,

When the birds won’t be encaged anymore,

When the sun will go down,

At the dusk.

It feels very heavy here, you know.

These tears don’t want to come out,

And I have no where to cry.

What is happening to that world

and its people,

it just feels like

the pandora’s box got opened,

and all the world’s ills are spread out.

it feels like people got contaminated by fear and hatred.

what is the cure,

where is the light?

Montserrat, Spain. Jan 2020 | @miraakle_