Rising Dust Poem by Saroj Padhi

Listening silently
to the breezy rise of dust
from earth's front door
choking her discontent
vermilion heart,
breaking her morning sleep
with rocks rolling down
from hills, rumbling and
wreaking vengeance;
and handfuls of sands
flung into her slovenly eyes;
drowning her consciousness
into the deeps;
darkening her desire
to rise back from
trauma caused
by the quake's
blow to her
loins and midriff;
let her sleep a little more
under the sky azure
to snore a little more
before to action
her spirit can soar....