Covid-19

by Ananya S. Guha / April 12th, 2020

The evening spreads into silence
like this dreaded virus
and our silence mirrors this lockdown
Unlock those barriers
Unlock the poor, the ravaged
who have ventured to go back
walking hundreds of miles
their tears are smudged
their voices mute
We haven’t thought what they ate
where they slept
How they walked, how they wept
and all they did was something we can’t
even as we lick our wounds in this
cocoon, locked up to discuss
A community spread
The evening becomes reticent
moves into night
And with every dawn
fresh deaths are listed
we shake in fear, morning afternoon
Evening
Only night gives respite, but shadows
walk across dreams.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, April 12th, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.