The Crisis Is Not Over Poem by Arvind Srivastava

The crisis is not over
Bookies have stopped betting
Outside the doorstep
The market of unpleasant events is hot
No food is being cooked in the house today
Gun shells
are lying scattered on the roads
Heavy bombing is going on outside

There is no time to talk about love
To write poetry, to make eye contact

The messengers of death are not tired
Standing somewhere outside the house
Waiting for the result of some election!