My pen is reluctant to move
Like a tired bull pulling a cart
It stumbles and slips off
To wuhan, New York, Italy
And London paying homage
To the victims of Kovid 19
Who were denied the last rites
And buried like culled pigs.
Finally it stops at Aurangabad
Where sixteen of my countrymen
On their way to distant homes on foot
Were crushed to death under
The Heavy steel wheels
Of a running train nipping in bud
Their much nurtured aspirations
And the hope and support
Of their poor beloved ones
Moving around the world! ! Muse of coronavirus; The silent killer. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The virus has brought so much sufferings to the world. People are dying like animals ll around the world.This is a very sad incident that migrant labors got crushed by train. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you very much dear AKP. Destiny is harsh on the people who surrendered to Kovid 19. The Aurangabad tragedy is dreadful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tragic sufferings of people because of Covid-19 have been so vividly expressed. A deeply touching poem.
Thank you very much Bharati Nayak for the comments