Avalanche

Amidst a numerous whispers,

Drenched in all sort of terrors

With uncertainty under my feet

And a blurry vision of horizon,

Smelling a wretched red shade of unholy lanes

In the face of my sinful city

I wait, 

I wait for an avalanche…

Amidst a numerous whistles,

Drenched in rinsing blood

With an unsafe land behind my back

And miles of sharp fence that separates,

Smelling a wretched warmth of the merciless gun powder

In the face of my sinful border,

I wait,

I wait for an avalanche…

Amidst a numerous white collars,

Drenched in green leaves

With a polished shoe of success

And a shapeless mask of worth

Smelling a wretched grave of dying dreams

In the face of my sinful rat race,

I wait, 

I wait for an avalanche…

Amidst a numerous screams,

Drenched in filthy patriarchy

With a doubtful hand to trust

And a regular ignorance of unwanted touch,

Smelling a wretched sigh of my girls

In the face of my sinful society,

I wait,

I wait for an avalanche…

Yes I wait, 

I wait for an avalanche which is waiting for me…