Hurrying him to every hospital she finds,
No! They say, “he might have the virus”
Coiled in pain, she’s left to watch
As he draws his last breath
Her worst nightmare unfolds
Right at her feet, her little boy’s death
Meant to be a consultation
Turned into a consolation
And died from negligence,
At the hands of those meant to save lives
Make it make sense!
Story of not one, but of hundreds of thousands
Day and night,
Fields ablaze with the dead
For goodbyes we fight
But “Leave!” they said
One lost his unborn child and wife
Another her father and her sister
All in one day, and all at a time
Who must they confide in?
To whom must they cry?
From laxed protocols
To loose mask mandates
Millions danced and celebrated
Filling the Ganges with their prayers
Kumbh Mela brought together
And thousands more at mass rallies
Promoted by the very leader
“elated” he was, to seem them all
All amid this very disaster
Yet again, the negligence
Of those who claim to lead this way
With no more beds
And oxygen cylinders
From roads to tracks
Buses and cars
Carrying dying lives in the back
While all seems lost
And humanity at its verge
With little hope for one and all
Come together, the few in the world
To save the nation from its fall
From Help India Breathe to oxygen concentrators
To the nation that assisted us,
In our hour of need
Come together,
For the billion people
Who now look to the world,
To be the answer to their prayers
Love the imageries in this. feels like the poem is unfolding right in front of my eyes :')