Earth

If your wars have ended
If your rage is bended
Pick up the bodies and leave
before the blood soaks you in
Pull out your swords
from the floor below
This is the end
She is crying
Pull out the arrow
Can’t you see?
Mother Earth is dying.

© Aniket More

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It

Even white
black at sight
Fallen from space
in to the air.

In between
breaths and deaths
Disappearing
in present time.

Adolescently
still falling
Leaving traces
in discreet.

Uncoiling
at last
Uneven now
Casting itself in to the past.

© Aniket More

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