Premonition

Hotfoot
I boarded; a night long
Silent train
That I could lay on at that instant
To possibly reach my house,
Where
Some days ago
Hustle – bustle reigned the surroundings
Even mud walls would fret music
Playing the supple hands of children;
Grandparents were as happy as three legged toddlers
Walking their sticks, toothless;
Sparrow would come by their beaks
Hopping and popping their grains;
Fields were as green as planktons deep sea by the bed

Nobody lives here, now

I am myself
a driver and passenger, both
Journeying back on
Two parallel lines
Meeting nowhere, but
At some point in oblivion

What is this pandemic!

4 thoughts on “Premonition

  1. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    “I am myself
    a driver and passenger, both
    Journeying back on
    Two parallel lines
    Meeting nowhere, but
    At some point in oblivion.”

    “What is this pandemic!” One is dazzled about its definition.

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  2. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    Although many definitions have been given to it in poetic words. Corona: a versatile actor of the play, the play which is to be end someday but with new experiences, with new life, new world, something positive in the end.

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