Final Count Down Poem by Kolitha Lelwala

It’s so heavy
Well,
Hard to stand up
With this greed, anger, hatred.
It’s so stinking…
Well,
It’s very hard to breathe…
In this fetid air…
Smells of revulsion,
Aroma of lust.
Thirst of contentment …

The world is infected with detestation
Hunger of power
'Everlasting' power…
Endless desire for power
Spend millions for war
Whilst millions die devoid of foods.

Only one truth in this life…
It’s so heavy and

It’s so painful too…..
Of being born in poor or even being rich
Getting old with crinkle skin
Falling ill with wearing off body….
Everybody is counting “second to second”
preparing for final count down….
It’s the reality…
No one is eternal
Nothing is permanent!

Kolitha Lelwala