By Pravat Kumar Padhy

Carbon Footprints

 
the sun looks dim
with smoke all around
fierce debate
in the conference room
for the sky to retain its blue
 
insects search
space for a breath
birds
for the missed treasure
as city sparks in neon lights
 
morning
whispers to the trees…
the leaves
lost their vigor
to muse with the breeze
 
early dawn
from far off distance
the whales scream 
not to change
the colour of the sea
 
neither koel’s song
nor hopscotch of birds
we spend a living
with a black sun
hanging from the dusty sky
 
roaring voice
of the rising sea …
in the lost land
the Anthropocene defines
the sinking sun of the rising risk

Pravat Kumar Padhy