
The world seems to smirk
When one is in pain
We drag some through the mud to help them feel its bane
Really, it’s a cry to share the load
Can’t bury all this burning coal
Churning of hell fire within
If it could, it would burn the skin
Screams with itchy, watery eyes
Present coloured in soot, smoke and ashes
Who can carry?
Whose bucket is so big to hold others volcanoes?
Try hiding, some feisty ember revolts
Once it lets out
One can’t close the door
Triggers dances in eyes of those who know of this pain
Safe burial places?
Can’t give them away,
Can’t exchange,
Own boulders of karma,
Stoop the shoulder
crushing us under its weight
I Kneel after struggling
I allowed space
Alchemised
It feels
After no running
No adding, no pouring
Allow it a green healing space
Make them ‘fireworks of hope’
Let the town come for it
So those felt smirks can change into laughter at splendour and display
– Rupika Moitra