Anxious Poets Society
The Fire Oscillates by Rudraksh Dange
When the house burned down
The insurance didn't cover it.
We moved to the house in Bombay I thought we would die here.
At the time, it felt like a death sentence; But we'd survived cancer
And tremendous fights
I didn't understand.
Time is adding up
And I feel the weight of each day
More acutely than the one before.
Sometimes the fog clears and I wonder what the day will bring.
How can I die
When I know I can be here
As long as the Lord
Wants me to be here.
It doesn't matter what happens to us
Before we are born
And after we leave this world.
What matters is belief.
When the house burned down,
My mother did too.
So, mother, if you are reading this
I miss you but I hardly remember you.
I don't know what happens after,
Or why it happens at all.
My belief is that everyone
Embraces heaven as their own.
When the fire passed
Taking you with it,
I didn't understand.
I don't now.
I don't now.
”I'm Rudraksh Dange and I come from India. Poetry has been a means of catharsis for me for a few years now. I wish poems I have written provide some comfort to those who may read them.”