At Least Think Once What To Be Done... Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

My fire-coloured calling is rolling on..rolling on..rolling on...
Standing by far-off window you are enjoying the sight;
Rolling on..rolling on..rolling on..fallen into a fathomless ditch;
Silence for a few moments...absolute stillness prevailed;

Though you are indifferent yet completely relieved of anxiety,
Suddenly a death-scream as sharp as lightning come out
And integral calmness broken down like the house of cards;
The stars dropped down like hail-storm, the sky disappeared;

Now what will you do? Now what would you do?
Think what to be done...at least think once what to be done...