Sinners

World screams out loud the silence of destruction.

And the thunder of time ripples the monotony of evolution,

Witnessing, storms of fire approaching

To engulf the already sleepless nights;

Clouds, all devoid of sea water but the sweat

Of corpses cremated from sun’s heat;

Mountains wither out; stars disappear,

Range of sight achieves the dim light of moon.

The sky laughs, drumming loudly on the eardrums.

Dreaming in their innocent prayers, the children

Think green in the meadows of love.

Windows and doors lead us to fire of hell

And the walls around smothers the bitter hope of life.

Dreaming is a sin in this world, they said.

And we are all sinners

For the sinners can only dare

…To dream.