How Do I?

The clouds arose
Filled the eternity and
The darkness grew along with it,
I could only hope
They would burst and release
The trapped-
Alas the wings shielded,
Expanded, engulfed and wrapped
The world grew darker as never before,
How could I then choose
Between shelter and otherwise, how could I
When the hunger strikes-
A shelter that chokes
A shelter that does not hold
Its victims, from the run up to salvation,
How could I
Remain, where no one cares
Where it begins and where it ends,
In a queue, so long
With children half clothed, half fed
No, no one can-
Rising dust is pink, shadow of an eagle
As large is coming
Near and then nearer, it shall close all,
How do I,
How do I, then choose
When I do not survive?

An engineer and management consultant by profession, writing is what keeps Abha Das Sarma alive. She has a blog of over 200 poems and her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, Verse Virtual and elsewhere. She also enjoys writing Haikus and has contributed to weekly postings of Haiku in Action. Having spent her growing up years in northern India, currently she lives in Bangalore. Read other articles by Abha.