A poem written some 5 years ago….
There the sky was overcast and the wind was strong,
there the days were brief and terse but the nights were long.
An eerie place where joy and sorrow lived together
around me, the only human soul living there.
Everyday I woke up when the morning sun
had entered the western leg of his daily run.
As with evening around the place, darkness grew
the hunger in my blood for life kept rising too.
Every night I waited for some thunders and rain
to pelt the scorching ground and wash away the stain
of all my petty words, viral thoughts and my birth
forever from this charcoal-burned face of the earth.
There the sterile clouds only roared but never cried,
may be there was a way out but I never tried.