Living Death. Poem by Y Sunita Devi

Each day I wake up,
With fear in me,
Ruling my every thought,
in every breathe of my life.


Never have seen a day,
Without the hazardous smoke,
Spreading across the sky,
without the colour of death.


Everywhere and everyday I can see,
And feel the death of living god lying unnoticed.
Like discarded useless possessions,
Of the savage intellectual adult world of today.

If ever there is a heaven,
Than I believe it must be a world,
Where child like me can breathe fresh air,
Play with her friends with full-bodied parts.

And the streets walking with smiling faces,
Without a tint of fear in their belly for death in the next moment.


NB: (Based on children who are living in war-torn area of the world today)
29/05/09