Monday, May 18, 2020

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.

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