Days turn in to weeks, weeks in to months, months into year

still, we were there where we have started…

Given the title of warriors just to pretend,

they were away from home for almost a year still we don’t care…

We the young generation cheering in the stadium,

Without even realising the covid appropriate behaviour…

Showing how smart we were by gathering in the khumbmela’s and rallies,

and how stupid politicians are standing in stage with all the precautions in there hand..

Fight were always for temples,

I wish it would have been for hospitals…

We were putting the mask on our neck

as breathing become so much difficult when put it on a face…

Long lines where there not only in the hospitals,

But also on cemetery just to turn in to ashes…

Now Air is everywhere around still not there to breathe,

Somehow oxygen turned into a rare gas to find..

We don’t have resources to increase beds and oxygen cylinder,

still at 7:30 there is an IPL…

We the young generation strong, immune that nothing is going to happen,

its our parents who were battling the same…

The ambulances were on a row,

Now the wave has its own show…

I wish that the reports of politicians turn positive,

As they were not finding conducting rallies negative…

It is the time where money become worthless,

And priceless is the ventilators…

The time which were ours has gone,

Now it’s the time to pay the consequences on your own…

It’s a lockdown or breakdown,

To blame or to take responsibility.. It is yet to be decided..

                                                                                        ~ Ranjana Choudhary

                                                                                          Bhilai, India