Delhi

I don’t have the heart to
go anywhere, especially not
that part of the country which
is fueled with smoke, hatred,
lies, confusion, and stones.

I love to love, live, be happy,
sing, and dance with
the winds. But the walls
of the city smog my soul
and my heart darkens.

I live half-heartedly,
dragging through hour after hour,
reminiscing over the sunny day
and wishing for them to
return.

Alas, it’s a trap.
Everything and everyone
in the city is a trap. Even
the birds have lost
their songs.

I will live, I know, I will.
But this time, I would shine brighter
than the sun and dissipate all the
darkness that passes my aura.

I am love, light, and power.
And I will heal the world
with my touch.