Travelling to Moon by Ananya S Guha

The  Berlin wall fell

inches, slow degrees

the Korean will or will

not, but people will die

out of nuclear  exhaustion

farmer suicides

hole out black money

fill coffers with gold

I see a snot nosed

dirty haired child

in the morning’s sun

the hills have refused

him to enter their world

peopled with trees, grass

the morning dew. The

child sniffs at the wind

his satchel is empty

but his mind is filled

with tricks

the Berlin wall has fallen

Kashmir is a crucible

get yourself a sortie

travel to Mars or Moon

it’s better there

ever since Armstrong

paid a  visit.