The Barrens through the Heaven

Stunned, speechless, stoic Dry, stone-cold eyes The sightless eyes  Looking into nothing,   No rage, no loath, No affection nor aversion Neither mourning and nor humorous - Total impervious.   And Facing the same, She sits, Sees herself, With a smile On the lips, And the face Serene.   Untangled, immortal Eager to depart Towards infinity.          - 25 th June, 2020

The world (and India too), Is fighting the war, unforeseen Against a sub-microscopic army That keeps multiplying, By every passing moment: Against whom All the lethal weapons In the arsenals Of all the nations combined Are useless; And the military helpless, The governments at loss And the politicos silent; The businesses suffer. When the larger chunks Of people Have lost their breads And their homes, and honour; And are running From pillars to post. The urban folks At large, Sit at home – restless, Angry, deprived , desperate: But, safe (?) While, The medicos do fight, At the front – They win Some of the battles, while losing others; And losing their lives, In the course. It seems Inflated human arrogance, Will be humbled By Gaia, And will be shown its place!                                   13th April, 2020