Last Resort

The “Lungs of the Earth” are burning 

Will continue to burn

Flames ripping through the trees

Engulfing divine souls

Smoke filled in the air

Darkness veiled the midday sky.

She is limping, her throat is hot

Her chest is choking 

Melting alone in the desolate path, 

Why are your eyes covered, hands tied?

This is your last resort 

If not today, tomorrow it will be your turn.

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About meerakrishna

Professionally I am a life science researcher, trying to reveal biological truths. But poetry helps me to search my inner truth. I was introduced to poetry by my father who is a poet. I see poetry as a medium to express my emotions, imaginations and opinions

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