On a day of
no particular significance,
where nothing especially
happened,
no report was made
no notes were taken,
nor behaviour observed;
the absence of animation
accumulated
throughout the day,
leaving public spaces uninhabited
the flora and fauna
undisturbed and unmolested;
Absence this your sting,
Emptiness this is your victory.
“Absence this your sting,
Emptiness this is your victory.” I also think so. A talk with solitude.
This poem is a trenchant satire on the way humankind has been made hostage to a virus generated crisis by the mindless unethical systems that govern us
‘Absence this your sting,
Emptiness this is your victory’. Such powerful words ,
A very incisive piece on the present plight of the humans held hostage to a tiny virus. Such a powerful punch of a poem .
A picture perfect view of the virus-induced existential crisis confronting us.
You truly painted void – the current reality – with a string of a few powerful words.
Powerful expression of angst on witnessing the pandemic stricken scenario.