Broken hearts weep in silence
Loud speaks the storm
That converts soil to dust
And brings soul to end.
Why as an activist I was born?
When the world turns deaf ears.
I am managing defeats
When youths succeed.
I am in tears Oh! Sky!
What resembles peace?
Will there be coming of hope?
I am asking life my wound’s worth.
Why didn’t life teach me straight?
Why I am less educated than creation?
In which school I was denied admission?
Why defeat is for me not wrong?
Touch my heart,
Wipe my emotions,
Understand my tears,
I am a climate change activist for love not fear.
Written by Ekta Kalra