By- Shiuli Sural.
Is our world crumbling inside four walls ?
The walls of yesterday, today, tomorrow and history…
Has a month, a week or even a day felt this long ?
Like the uncertain chaos of a mystery.
Nothing to do…
Endless days and endless nights.
Eat, sleep, Netflix, repeat
We breathe in silence and talk in virtual spaces
…is that gloom descending on people’s faces ?
Inside our cosy nests we all complain
Still learning to live life in restraint
In detached, distracted, disjointed times…
Man and his machines we cannot hear
Has the world ever come upon a stiller day ?
Has the world ever seen darker times ?
Asked a brown street dog to a black gully cat,
“Why is everyone at home ?
From the cobbler’s son Raju
To the wealthy Kumar’s brat ?”
“Don’t you know,” quipped the cat
“Because of a disease they’re all dead scared,
It makes them fall sick and even some lives might not be spared”.
And foolish man, when his destiny was high,
cut down trees and soared into the sky.
Dangerous, meaningless and heartless.
Never cared about the wilderness.
No, he did not learn in all these years,
That the fate of all beings is the same, none is spared melancholy and fears.
We are all wind among the wind that blows,
Tiny droplets of the rivers that flow,
Those rivers that will one day meet the sea,
In whose infinite depths we shall all be.
So when the smoke clears and normalcy is back,
Let’s rebuild life on the moral track
Remember that life is sweeter
Than gold coins to spend
Nothing is greener than green grass to tend
When the ashes become cool,
And the children are back at school,
Don’t forget those who risked their lives
The frontline warriors, our heroes, our knights
Be kind to all, keep them in your prayers.
Soon we shall all heal,
And so will our Earth.
One fine day in the silence of the dawn,
We will all rise together,
To see the sun’s rebirth.
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