Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 1. May 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
Unity
The
state of limbo has broken,
Now
they are everywhere
Some
people call them warriors of the Great Mother
Some
call them Devil’s legislators,
They
are aliens to us but not to this primordial earth.
No
more candles, no more lamps,
No
more marchings, no more protests;
Silence,
silence- a gloomy silence everywhere
Silence
is consuming us in an unprecedented manner
Sometimes
doubt wins and faith loses the battle
In
that same strange ancient game;
Streets
are empty and machines are off
Though
hunger is still walking into those empty stomachs
No
more Hindus, no more Christians
No
more Muslims, no more religions
Everyone
has left, abruptly
We
have halted
We
have stopped
Taking
preparation to open a new door
Either
a door towards a better world
Or
a door towards doom- to a hellish world.
Now
we all exist under the blue sky
Now
we know who we are
We
all live in the same mesh
We
all are humans of this earth
The
boundaries of religion and concrete walls have fallen
Eventually
a virus has made us one.