Reaching Home
by Ananya S. Guha / May 10th, 2020
They walked hundreds of miles
their stomachs empty,
their minds full of fears
of having lost jobs to a virus
whose scientific import they did
not understand, or even know
or what is social distancing
or washing hands;
But they walked and we analysts
called it reverse migration,
Stay back we admonished
otherwise you will spread it to your home
and hearth, but they didn’t listen.
Why would they?
They would rather die in the comfort of homes.
Only some died on the way, a long long
way before reaching home.
The only good news is that an economic
package has been announced.
After they died or perhaps reached home.
Geography is now history.
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.
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This article was posted on Sunday, May 10th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
