by Disha Singh
The desire of the world swirls around us
in blowing, gusting winds.
The desire of the world mills around us
until all of the lights dim.
We may die today,
we may die tomorrow.
I don’t know what to say
except I’ve seen the world’s sorrow.
There is not much left to see
since everything around us is engulfed with fire.
This is what happens when we let our yearnings be
the destruction of everything begins with desire.
The desire of the world blows around us until the end of time.
