Stuffed with

volcanic emotion

Hallucinating

that the sun

is the

lily-white moon

Reaching out

to hold it

mould it

into

a utopia

that never will be

on earth

All the while

sitting

in a

fragile packing

marked

"Handle-with-Care"

These extraordinary

human parcels

of skeletal wings

facing

a fiery death

And

ultimate extinction

because the sun

is not

the lily-white moon.

And now even

the earth

becomes the sun

A furnace

which will

first consume

fragile parcels

marked

"Handle-with-Care"

And last

The Consciences of Coins

 - Rooma Mehra