Could any of eveything be alright?
Will ever this life be normal?
Could the tears stop?
Will the smiles return?
For the first time, I feel there is nothing to write,
My words are faded, my words are crying,
I look at the ceiling, and in the seconds time I could be crushed under it,
They say, the plates are shaking,
But hearts are shaking, Lives are shaking…
If this shake could ever change to a delightful dance,
May be, From this May mother Earth trying to give us a last chance…
A chance to be humane,
A chance to learn to respect,
A chance to be kind,
A chance to give,
A chance to live and let live,
A chance to rise above,
A chance to Love!
Houses are just dust and broken bricks,
Temples are just a place to mourn,
Now, at this time, exactly this second,
A numb feeling exists in everyone’s hearts,
And I wonder why would people create bomb bards,
In a world, where nature’s bombs are ready to lunch, ready to hunt…
Foolishness prevails, thar’s why we wail!
Death awaits everyone,
May be now, he is also tired, tired of himself,
Earth awakes everyone,
Certainly, she is angry now,
Death must follow Earth’s rule,
Untill she is rested and cool!
No one is to blame here,
Nothing but just to Fear,
Fear the amalgamation called Dearth!