Its, too far
Probably nothing to worry
Wind is still cold.
Am I the only one
Who is smelling the fire ?
No, I am not insane,
Here it is !
My floor is on fire !
My books, bed and the pillows
Bansuri flute given by my late teacher
All are burning down
It catches the wall and holds on to
Michelangelo’s “Creation of Adam”.
It burns the top right of the canvas
Yah ! the brain god is burning !
Resisting to become ashes, it burns and burns..
Thus in the midst of this metropolitan city,
In this multi storied building
A room burned down of wildfire tonight
Silently, invisibly, anonymously.
Image: From movie Sacrifice by Tarkovsky