Tuesday 31 March 2020

DREADFUL IS THE SITUATION


They are waiting down, 
Stuck to self alienation, 
Miles away from ICU Unit
Where their loved one lying in hospital bed,
Because they cannot be visitors,
They are family members, friends. neighbors, 
They can’t come down to hospital,
They are staying at home,
They follow restrictions.
From distance, they look at each other,
Thus they let things go, space between 
One and another, just here to live in repose,
Crowned with social distance therapy,
Not getting warmed by touch, and
Looking in the sky is only to take breath
In this solar system, Mostly in home isolation,
Praying to Almighty God is the only way
For living and spending time on this earth, 
Turning and defying the fear of pandemic virus,
  
Anxiety is in their eyes, tears,
Murmur in silence they are in home.
They cannot go in to see or say good bye,
They cannot assemble in the act of farewell.
They are not detained, they are helpless,
Lung clogged, cough, and fever are the barrier,
They know it. And they do not go near.
Their words are on loose, cannot touch to feel,
Distancing is self quarantine, they can sail
With stars in night breeze, not with family
Closure to wards that means they have to choose
The way that they feels heartache,
Blue sky or blue sea doesn’t leave pride and purpose, .
Human teaching is wrecked.
Syllables of blessings are dethroned,
As if the world changes its realm
by meeting eyes and reading the face. 

The attending nurse sobs, and helplessly,
She guards the door all night, watching the patient,
She gets up on feet to see the patient at every
Sound coming from the patient’s ventilator
In a glass cabin of an isolation ward.
Almighty God is the rescuer.
Only turning up to hospitals, 
People do share gratitude
Showing their support for incredible
Work of doctors and nurses,
May Almighty God bless and
Protect to you all health professionals
Who are fighting against death on front.

Sometimes migratory birds chase
After lurks of fragile promises,
They stroll on higher orders,
No white robe they wear to protect,
They put fingers in the mouth,
Pandemic becomes their living curse.   

Material world is missing.
What we build so long is meaningless,
Losing strength for living,
We are at the mercy of spoiling habits,
Better to worse, step by step,
Then epidemic to pandemic
An unbroken chain,
With its link to invade human cell boundary,
With our nose towards exodus
Of morgues, we straggle as a pebble
On the sea shore for thousand years,
We hang upon frenetic trade balance,
And we cling to broken knob,
The door is open, to dive in death trap,
Hopefully, truth is not lost,
We will begin to ask questions,
Remedy and rescue will be in our arsenal.
The answer will not be demurral.



2 comments:

  1. tough write.
    sometimes, we do need courage to stay alive.

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