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.

QUARANTINE, 2020

I believe in nature’s pride,

Because it doesn’t act and

Pin its creation wrong way,

Flowers are in full bloom,

And not drugged to stone,

Universe is not breaking.

We are breaking, without

Touch, being confined in

Quarantine, as we denied

Our existence, so absorbed

In distancing ourselves,

Our activity somewhere

Collapsed, we are terrified.

Being captured in flowers’

Soothing soul, I find a big

Entrepreneur, nature is the

Castle that brings hope

And confidence of our

Survival in silent answer.

A LITTLE REALIZATION DURING MY LONELY TOUR ON THE EVE OF NEW YEAR'S DAY 2020 AT DIGHA SEA BEACH

I always move for surprised moments around me, even leaving behind what I have acquired on this earth. The people around me become annoyed with me, they live vehemently with their way of thinking. And I feel loneliness. Such was the day on 31st December, 2019 and New Year's Day, 2020, too, at Digha. Completely alone with myself only all the way with my low priced DSLR. It was my great experience to stay, at the age of seventy years, in winter at sea beach from 9 pm in the night to following day till 7.30 am, wearing only one small single sweater when atmospheric temperature was 12 degree Centigrade at the sea beach. There was a big experience, in the bus, while talking with a young girl of 1st year student M.Sc. in Vijayanagar University. Thereafter, I sat down on the sitting attire in the modern open auditorium in the Digha sea beach where I met  families, younger youths to talk about love and age, children's guidance, also heard quarrel between a family whether they would buy a Audi car or a BMW car, that was a short spell, I felt some king of distance in them to talk with others if one approaches for mare acquaintance., I did not hear nothing more than that. One coffee boy vendor expressed how his fellow boy vendors were evacuated from their vending places, and he is lucky one to get one space just place his coffee machine to sell coffee to tourists.. and found a large numbers of  young generation enjoying whole night moving on the sea beach road with sounds of the sea wave, twisted with valiant north cold breeze, along with cultural function with fire works, There was effective and sharp police patrolling. I sat on the sitting concrete chair for long time looking at the sea waves in the dark, in searching I can deliberately capture dream of a beautiful life and future with poetic specific poetic image. When I felt cold and fingers were not responsive, I got up from the concrete chair and walked with speed to drive out cold feeling in the body, and after gap of about fifteen minutes, I got warmed and returned to the previous place to sit. And I observed in this time, I had walked about three kilometers at a stretch, but no sweating. And I then felt I am green and tender plant may shoot growing to write another poem to go through my mind. I can run away from family but cannot run away from odds of life and I have to challenge them with aspirations. This simple narrative strikes my mind that time.