Creating Ripples

a poem by Sheela K . Sharath

I’m silent now,
I won’t be for long!
Like the dormant
volcano
that froths and bubbles
inwardly
till it finally erupts and
spews forth,
with a burst of fury
that does not abate
till all its force
is spent.
I will smoulder
and I will erupt …
at the injustice,
the tyranny,
and anarchy
that has caused such strife,
with the same fire
and the same pent-up
explosive energy!