It Can Befall Anytime Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

It was a chaotic construct
Colonized was every now and then
Mute hills I saw
The water was wounded
Awaited the Lord's light.
But breathes then slowly passed by
The poems perished.
The plants parted away.
Death of art was announced.
Literature lost away.
Books burned. Letters undone.
Murdered memories.
Time cried.
The women burst out.
Weeping whistles.
Sobbing men.
Scattered earth.
Comrades,
It's all crystal clear
Fire is to erupt out.
Smile, live, love.
The world is on the very last verge.
It can befall anytime, anyway!