Ice Age

Try to open your third eye Sharp your sixth sense You can clearly see This earth is still passing through ice-age. People would say This summer was the hottest ever! If you’d inquire, you must see The sun is now heatless Not able to melt the deposited ice Of this helpless earth. Who knows when these fossils would get back Their lives, how ? Who knows, after stepping up how many stairs Life would take the shape of human ? Who can predict the exact moment When this civilization would reach At the zenith position of the square In the lightless sky When would this indolent sun Burn the impurities of million hearts ? Oh! The belated winter is unbearable Fear in my body Impotence in my flesh I’m collecting my bones To set fire and burn my soul. One day ashes of my body would be deposited Under the igneous rock To irrupt as a Volcano.