This Sunday, March 22, across India
there is this self-imposed curfew by the
citizens ready to fight the COVID-19 virus
through volunteer isolation.
I hear, first time, the fluttering of the wings,
throaty sound of the pigeons, chirping of the
sparrows out there somewhere on the trees,
and,
the hissing of the warm breeze
and the leaves, clearly, as there is no traffic
and toxic fumes;
a strange tranquility descends
smog—missing
stillness prevails;
can see the crows and pigeons,
first time,
search for crumbs
in big flocks
on the quiet streets of Mumbai suburbs.
The sweet sounds unheard for last many years
are back—kind of divine music lost
and temporarily recovered for few
fleeting hours!
It is as if nature and its feathery denizens
had reclaimed the urban jungle via their
felt presence!
Yes , the sounds of silence have suddenly become so loud .
Beautiful , contemporary poem.
Thanks for your kind observations. Much appreciated!
A very correct portrayal of the facts today
Is Nature forcing self correction upon us ?
Thanks for your kind observations. Much appreciated!
A precise observation of the way things are now.Nature’s message to man?
Thanks for stopping by and for apt comments.
Excellent panoramic portrayal sir.Kudos!
Here is my take,
‘ For the first time my dry ears catch
A dog’s long wailing on a deserted street, eyes dazzled with
Fleeting birds’ s dives in sea blue sky
A lone paddler’s hum on motorless lane,
Buffaloes, bulls roam as kings, and
Plagued field has a week’s unsullied growth.’
Great jugalbandi, Bhai! Enjoyed it. Thanks.
Oblique expression on The Janta Curfew with beautiful imagery. Beautiful portrayal of the sceneries. And a Satire on human monopoly…
The poem starts casually but strikes as it goes…
Thanks for a sympathetic reading of a poem that captures the current mood and scene.
Fear and plight of the time!!!
Indeed! Navigating tough times! Thanks.
Ever the keen observer,the author with inimitable poetic aplomb draws a dramatic mise en scene for the reader.
As usual, commentary by Louis tends to elevate an ordinary poet and poetry into a work of art! Love your style, dear poet, Louis. Thanks for casting your friendly gaze on this humble piece!
Janta Curfew is not the curfew time
But a type of a lock down,
A self-imposed exile
Of staying indoors,
Averting the contagious contact with
As for the virus
Not for the military marching
The lonely streets
And the police on patrol.