I Seek A Cataclysm Poem by SANDIP GOSWAMI

I am a very ordinary inhabitant of this world.
Even before I was born, our ancestors had divided the earth into fragments.
One of those fragments is my country—India or Bharat.

You too have your own fragment—Brazil, Venezuela, Cuba, Finland, Ukraine, Nigeria, Iran, Bangladesh—or some other nation.

I can clearly see—on this human earth, horrific and grotesque dinosaurs are roaming about.
They walk on two legs, speak in human language,
wear the garments of civilization— yet in their hearts lies prehistoric darkness.
In their brains—fire, arrogance, imperialism.

Some know them as Trump, some as Putin, some as Xi Jinping, some as Netanyahu, some as Khomeini, some as Laden— the names differ, but the politics of destruction is the same.

These dinosaurs turn fire into weapons,
turn humans into ashes, and standing upon those ashes
they raise the flag of power.

I wish—just like millions of years ago— that an asteroid would come hurtling toward the earth, that these bloodthirsty two-legged dinosaurs would become extinct.
Let the earth remain. Let children's laughter remain. Let humanity remain.
Let this monstrous species of power be annihilated.

Every day, with basil leaves in my hand,
I pray to the Almighty—for a moral cataclysm.
The smoke rising from the scorched bodies of innocent people is not extinguished even by our tears.
It is not extinguished at all...