The Manmade Volcano

28.12.2019

It splatters everyday,

It bubbles and threatens to boil over.

But the world knows

Or thinks they know

That it’s only a matter of time,

Before it blows

Up.

There is a storm brewing.

Everybody knows.

They think it’s only a matter of time,

Before that too, goes.

But the repetition of history

Only goes to show,

That it’s only a matter of time before

Whatever we know

Or think we know

Becomes irrelevant.

There are thousands that speak

About their pain, anger and woes.

But it’s only a matter of time,

Before the stage floor collapses

And Protest bows

Out.

The numbers that ignore or turn blind eyes,

Larger and more ignorant grow

Little do they know, that before long,

We will be the ones to go.

Denial speaks louder

Than the voices that are heard.

Then, it happens and all they say is,

“It’s worse than we feared!”

In the senseless search for order,

Humanity shuts its ears

To the voices and the cries of those

To whom the world owes

Everything.

.        .        .

This poem jars at many levels. It follows no rhyme scheme, has no metre, and appears vague and disconnected.

The truth too is discordant. It jars belief systems, cannot be calculated or constructed. It too is harsh on the ear, sometimes.

And like the truth, this poem too, clamoured to be heard, and read, and felt.

And once I put it to paper, I realized that I couldn’t tell where the poem ended and where the seeking of truth began.