FANTASIES IN A WAR-TORN WORLD

Fantasies mushrooming in shell-shocked minds

Suspended underground by power play in the skies

It’s the only way to escape doom

To plant hope in a child fingering canned food thinking of

tomorrow in an alien land

And come back the day after under a clear blue sky

Events push different buttons in different people

-immortalizing it in art prevents dissipation of lessons learnt

Like a virus that comes and goes, mutates into insouciance

History buried in eagerness to resume normalcy

Awareness throbbing underground sprouts new forms of art and science

To weave a fabric of continuity appliqued with forgotten stories