Hardship Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

My world lies torn
Like any old over-worn fabric
That has many holes in it
And splayed threads
Rotten and evil-smelling.

Can anyone repair my world?
I have my doubts,
Everything seems damaged.
No one can repair my world,
How did I allow this to happen?

I deserve a severe reprimand.
Who will punish me and how?
Why not roast me alive
I will not squirm or scream
I will watch fire destroy me.

I want the same fire to rebuild
My world once again,
It has done so in the past.
My recast and changing world
Should promote truth and goodness.