Tiresome, yet laidback is this lockdown
Locked down are villages and towns
Changed has routines and changed has way of life –
Got that awaited “quality time” with kids and wife
But then, how much “quality” time are we actually spending?
This vacation – like a loop never ending –
has already started making you wonder:
“Does it worth?” And you ponder
over a recess – unforeseen but seek for-
feeling as you have felt, being in a war.
In a war, win or lose, you at least fight back
But now you have nothing else to do but stay back
in that same old confinement, you call home!
And then there are thousands – not so
Living their lives on an edge
and barely making through these testing times.
No new skills, no “dalgona”, as life ain’t that sublime
for them. It had never been.
But this black vacation – unforeseen –
has reduced them to what they were not.
May be you’re pretending or maybe you forgot
to look into their sufferings, to look into their plight.
Let us pray for them: let there be light
in their lives, which is miserable now like never before.
A sea of humanity moves through the country and the sea stops to soar.
They are daring a journey of thousand miles
on their feet. They ain’t all smiles
but they dared! They had to, having no other way out.
And as they move, some empathize while others shout –
“Why don’t they adhere to the norms?”
Before dying out of hunger, maybe they should have filled up the forms;
vouching to maintain social distance in this lockdown.
I don’t expect them to be sober! I won’t ask them to calm down.
I would rather ask them to roar
until light comes back to their lives.
Till then, let the sea soar!
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