Ananya S Guha writes

In the Streets

Now I no longer walk streets alone

Mr Covid is there beside me

But where?

Doctors try to extirpate him

Nurses cradle him in their arms

Children bear his brunt 

Comorbidity is his friend 

But where O where 

Is Mr Covid?

He is out there in Africa, America

And dreaded seas

In Asia and the west

They meet through him

And his ruins cannot be felt

Only his presence, as we are thunderstruck

And back home the children weep

There out in the streets.