We are hundreds of years past the ‘normal’
We are much late than the pandemic
The pandemic which brought a huge stagnant
But we speak of much early
Much early when ocean levels were constant
And skies were blue and clear
And clear were the people and their intentions
It might look like a utopia as I speak of
But it was an earth which we dream of… Now
Now when there are stretches of dry patches on one part
to floods ending life on another,
Where fishes die thirsty and birds of exhaustion
I see forests smashed
And rivers dry
It’s our reality now
Even if we sigh.
But what ‘we’ am I referring to.
There are no friends and family here
I lost some years back of some I had a while ago.
A part of us had survived
The ones who touched the greatest highs
The ones who planned an alternate sky.
The ones who had bought nature
& The ones who still market a feature.
Of all the ones, one might still think of others
Others who no longer exist here
Who couldn’t stand the fear.
Fear of death and life in here
Fear of survival in this land of fake cheer.
I thought there was time
There’s time to breathe
Breathe some air
Of life that was free
Later when it had a price
Some could buy
Others left on a spree.
I write this letter to you from now
Now I wish I never see n how
I ask you to think of us
When you take that cab, you might take that bus
When you use the straw
Try finding a way
Way to ban plastic and ask others to Fay.
We sit in ACs and complain of sun
Call out these practices,
And make them shun.
One step each day
One day a new day
Together you might
Compete with today.
Nothing as biases would save you, friend
Respect and love
Might lead to a better end.
I call for youth
And old to save their gains
Your savings will help
The future sustain.
I call for Women, you hear me too,
Stand and stand for me and you
There’s time you see
Grays still have hope
Before the earth moves down that slope.
I call for all
Not just to survive
Work together and all let’s thrive.
Don’t let me down
Or your future generations
You’ll get there, I know
With hands in hands and sheer resilience.
A poem By Yashika Sharma