A secondary battle.

Several mouths he needs to feed Leaking shelter to pay for,
Apart from dues to be cleared,
To free the land that lies mortgaged
He and his clan since ages have been sinking in the dark sea of penury,
So Corona just remains a secondary battle.

Amidst suspending drops of death, he has to step out
Or else he and his kin, won’t even get a morsel,
And their starving cells would soon be dead,
Making them immune to fear and dread,
For how could Corona kill those already dead?
So Corona just remains a secondary battle .

In searing heat and thunderous rain, he struggles,
Lest his sister is pawned to the wealthy demons lurking around,
While silently he feels his pride shattering,
Seeing the famished body of his wife through tattered clothing.
Sanitizers and masks, from where should he bring ?
So, for him Corona just remains a secondary battle .

6 thoughts on “A secondary battle.

  1. Amita Paul

    This is a poem of great compassion and understanding for the common small or marginal farmer and farm labourer in rural India . It is heartfelt and heart – touching in it’s simplicity and sincerity.

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Most heart rending poem, …’So, for him Corona just remains a secondary battle’ …indeed this is the stark reality, the very sad plight of so many …

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