If I were to fly
Where would I go?
To the distant shores
where water sparkles
blue and green, waves
foam in tumultuous glee…
Or, to wayward Wayanad,
where plantations nurtured
emerald dreams till hills
deluged mud burying lives.
Landslides claim lives.
The Earth foments fury,
unleashing rain, storms,
tsunamis, or fiery droughts.
People die —
not always with old age
but in youthful glory,
victimised by violences.
Violences vary. It could be
Earth in a ferocious frenzy,
shootings, vehicles out
of control, weapons. War.
People writhe as agonised,
they die in disasters with mud
in their lungs, or bullets in their
chest, or blasted by bombs.
Some say these are godsend.
Calamities of nature and fate
— are they? Can we stop the
flow? Stop annihilation?
Will humans join
dodos and dinosaurs in
museums — to be dug out
by a new resilient species?
Post-extinction, will we have
souls, beliefs, or even oil over
which to war? Will we still have
a weapons’ race… and most
importantly, a Paradise with
8.1 billion people to share
Ambrosia? For surely …
Heaven is Only for Humans!
Mitali Chakravarty is the founder of borderlessjournal.com. She writes with the hope of a better future.
