Life After Doom Poem by torsa saha

A half burnt sky
Beholds a child underneath -

Dry shoots and thorns
Circumfers his searching eyes -

No color, no bells…
No fragrance at all!

The earth moves languid and slow
-contaminated sea, poison in air
And the child, alone!

So helpless, so wrecked…..
The child still looks for life -
Showers come down the
Half burnt sky…

The battle comes to an end
- Again a leaf,
Again a dove -

A half burnt sky
Beholds the child -
A half burnt sky
Beholds the revival of life!