Wroth winds flow today,
Awake under the starlit sky,
Sit up, stand and walk
The footpath won't be a bed anymore

The hellish fissure on earth
Slipped feet it graves,
Not history nor house knows
The times spent on trees and caves

Storms broke the sunset silence,
Darkness clawed fiery sparks,
Lit up stars of electricity
Did humankind to fight the dark

Hardwork-ed sweat in our blood,
Closed eyelids project the image,
Morning, noon and evening melt
The night knocks eyelids with rage

Wroth winds flow today,
Awake under the starlit sky,
Sit up, stand and walk
New footpath must become new bed

~Ajay
June 2017