Anomalies

a poem by Ramana Tandra

Non violent black ants
Now turn to firestones
Straws are ready to sparkle
.
Delicate earthworms
Turn to king cobras
Ready to pour the venom
On exploitation
.
Calmness
Turn to explosion
Thunderbolts on hegemony
.
I
Turn to we
People are now furnaces
.
Eyelids
Now unfurled
Ready to melt desperation