I wanna lay

Peacefully, beneath the tall trees

And the wild bushes.

In the most comfortable bed of earth.

Wrapped in the warmth of the fine soil.

All around my bare skin

As I  belong to none;

But the earth.

Answering to none’s calls

And the none’s questions.

Away from the heavy arguments,

There in the enlightened darkness,

I wanna lay calm

For the life I have been living;

I owe so much to the earth.

And innumerable bills,

To be paid soon.

The little workers in the soil,

Converting the currency of life and death.

And when the earth paid

You see the smiling sunflowers,

And fragrant roses.

But more than that

You will see the satisfaction

In the dead cold heart

Melting into fine infinites.

So life is never dead

And it’s just changing faces…

By:

Ishaan Sharma