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!
“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.
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.
Hope this pandemic teaches us something and we emerge chastened …
Poignant and thought-provoking.