TIMBER AND WOOD.

By Shruti Bhattacharya

Money wants you more

than your earth asks you to lie down,

and that’s how you succumb

to power or;

for power.

And often when the breaths are shallow;

and voices fade with the songs of swallow;

you know theirs all eyes on you,

it’s the mayhem of your bioluminescence;

fluttering your nymphs of nodes;

crawling all across your sense,

is the cry of forest,

abiding to your nature;

bows to the mother, power is in you.

To choose between timber and wood;

a choice of noble; an apocalyptic love.

Wasted in fluids

and toils

and every glucose

running through your soil;

in the end,

let you be dissolved,

or to diminished and due.

By Shruti Bhattacharya