Air In Tanks

Air in Tanks

/rosevoc2


Free air is paid in tanks

sustaining the last lung of the earth,

seeking some more hours to live here,

forward the trek.



Life is short like

the fire in the wick.

As nature bestows to others

it takes back in bulk.



Beautiful space stark as

meteors, heat, and ice -

Scent of a baby,

fragrant as dew,

cuddling as a lover.



The rage is poison

from nuclear mess.



So the air is paid in tanks

for some more hours to live here.