Further, the trees won’t bloom
or bear fruit

with our conceited hands, we’ve
chopped up the wings of the clouds

there will neither be blood to drip
nor will there be thirst to be quenched
even if you squeeze the breasts.

Henceforth, fire will smoulder
the earth will crack open

and thousands of hands will elongate
from there to throttle our necks.

– Sudhir Kumar Meher