Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 4 April 2026
Alone I sit in the corner
of my shattered shelter.
Deep within my heart
I often ponder;
Who am I now?
I let my heart scream
into the silence of strangers.
Faint murmurs rise
from the distant hills.
Like a dying ember
beneath the ash
the buried flame dares to devour all.
Rising like a smoky sky
where wilderness burns in wildfire ready
to engulf the entire city.
The suffering continues
in the pale faces of people,
like rain-drenched woods in a tropical land.
And quietly it spreads from
the wounded earth to the silent sky.
