Void

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.

6 thoughts on “Void

  1. Amita Paul

    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

  2. Santosh

    ‘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 .

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