Patches of flame spread
in regions
of the wonderland I
used to know
as it roared and
ate its’ way up
the chocolate hills cried
corrupted,
salty and sour strawberry swings and slides,
plagued plains of peaches and mocha!
She worries …
every ticking second.
Vanilla volcano will soon erupt
but;
dark cherries oozed instead! She’s
baffled!
So was I –
What used to be lovely,
crawls like a leper
burning and fading,
I am.
To cinders, we all
shall turn
soon.
Panic in Wonderland reminds me of how some of the most picturesque places in the world are being scarred and burnt by the horrors of wars and natural disasters. The recent one in India was at Uttarakhand. Many parts of beautiful Kashmir - Ladakh - are similarly ravaged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An overwhelming description of volcano eruption. It is really horrible to observe, but you have made a great poem out of it. Well done.