| Poet – Gurbakhshish Singh |
Listen to the gushing thunder
of the ice shattering in the Arctic
Listen to the simmering pain
of the oceans burdened with more water and surging
Try listening to the voice of the water supply
with air sucked in the pipeline
And then listen to the rapid heartbeat
of the anxious people who haven’t got enough in their buckets
Try digging the soil of the land of 5 rivers,
where 3 decades ago, you could see the sweet elixir 6 feet underground
Get your technologies and get your tube wells
at 200 feet below, it’s now nowhere to be found
Listen to the whining growl of the animals
thrown out of their homes
And look at us bullies that we also have the audacity
to make a circus out of them
Listen to the forest cry
as we cut its arteries and veins with a chainsaw
how shamelessly we try to wash the stains
of the blood on our hands but it always remains
Listen to the fall of the tree and your lungs gasping for air
for one day you will forget how your heartbeat used to sound
coz all you will hear is the buzzing noise of an oxygen concentrator
Listen to the viscous rivers
gripped to the ground
who apathetically crawls to meet the ocean stinking
with a wish, she could all turn it around
Cracks in the barren drought land of Maratha,
dust storms in Aravalli,
the black snow of glaciers in the Himalayas,
they are all speaking
but all we could listen is babbling politicians
trying to make sense out their hollow will and empty courage
It’s the hottest after the hottest after the hottest years we have seen
Listen before the flood or the cyclone or a torrential rain
Listen before it’s too late and it all goes to vain
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