The water is boiling
the kettle is whistling
But there is no one to hear it
The world has gotten so cold

In coldness we see through people
We see the madness they hide
We see the sadness they shed
We see them like they see themselves

It is not the Kettle’s fault
that no one is there is hear
It will stop after sometime
when there is no more water

The fire will burn till in can’t
It might do more in time
it might engulf the place
it will eat the kettle
No one will know

For now the water is boiling
And the kettle is Whistling
Go there if you can hear

Categories: Poetry

Tags: National Poetry Month, Poetry, Poetry Project