As a gust of wind sends

the curtains flapping wildly,

I wonder about our future.

The future is signaling us to go back.

The future is telling us to stop

where we are now.

But we pretend not to hear.

And we don’t care.

We’re not aware of

what we’ve lost

and are seeking things

we don’t need at all.

We’ve lost our vision.

We’ve lost our way.

We’re on a drug.

It’s called gross insensitivity.

It’s easily available in our society.

I am sitting by the window now,

and there is nothing to hinder

my thoughts  from wondering

as much as I please.

I think we all are running around

and around in the circle

dangling our greedy tongue out.

We say there is no way out.

May be we just don’t want to get out. 

Sipping a cup of masala tea,

I ponder about the wild ferns

which grow by themselves

in various forms and direction

unaware of the man-made disasters.

2020 Bhuwan Thapaliya