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Sheetal Raghav

Tragedy Inspirational Others

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Sheetal Raghav

Tragedy Inspirational Others

An Elegy : A Big Mistry

An Elegy : A Big Mistry

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Elegy


To be stunned, 

the slow breeze which is probably a feeling of tiredness,


is telling how tired and downhearted it is. 

The 31st of December is suffering from its weary footsteps. 

wind is flow little bit slow,


How widespread sorrow has spread in your life, 

since you came to our house........


In the evening, 

amidst the sound of the bells of the temples,

the beginning of the corona,


epidemic spread with full noise..... 


Everyone was sending the blessings of their loved ones to God in sorrow.


The wind had stopped. 


There was only silence everywhere. 


Birds were also able to feel this tired air all around them. 


The bird sitting on a tree like to be stunned 

It was indicating the possibility of something untoward happening.


The farmers of the farm in front of my house were moving the housewards,

with dusty feet in the city scared by the weary footsteps,

and dusty feet , 

only disappointment in the hands and feet. 

How terrible and painful was all this?


On one side as the sun was shining. 

Now the sun was also almost shining.

On the other hand, 

on the information portal and the news was closed and the city was involved in many kinds of tragic events.


The tweet of birds was also spread in a quiet silence. 


It was night when the owl sound was clearly listening ,


Today it seemed as if the twinkling lights of the Deo were frightening us rather than feeling pleasant.



Today there was no disturbing the peace with owls and others, 

There was no disturbance. 

There was just a silence around them. And that silence was very loud.

The pair of oxen tied in the field looked silent like each other. 

What happened that the owner went without looking at us with weary steps without wearying us.



The bells of the throats of the oxen,

were closed and rang slow. 

How complicated the wind looked. 

O! God , 

this silence was disturbing my heart today. 

Like, 

this era of hardship was deceiving and leaving the happiness of every human being. 

The children could not even reach the courtyard of the house, 


in Sitting in the dock of the mother, 

weeping and screaming lot,



How terrible everything was, 

was becoming. 


The silence of the heart was also eating the heart. 

The mind was nervous due to the separation of their loved ones,

but the helpless man was not able to do anything,


You were growing increasingly stunned. 

He was crying after being separated from his loved ones. 

 

Neither was able to arrange medicines nor could hunger. 

The human being was just witnessing in sorrow, 

On death, 

no one was left like someone 

who was leaving the look with him.


The sting of fear was increasing.


Lord, 

what kind of illusion you have shown, 

no one can see the humanity by turning back. 

Sometimes the old man was going and sometimes young one left the beautiful world, 

Nobody was able to help anyone out. 

how is your justice? Today, 


human being is responsible for this degradation.


Crying the name of the pestilence to how many people have lost their loved ones, 

but 

it has nothing to do with it like it, is just a dream, 

There was such a broad and formidable form everywhere, 


everywhere only the seen of Trahi and lost everything.


The desert became deserted, 

the footpath or the deserted field, and 

the heart of the farmer became like a deserted, 

house outside every house Mind cremation cumbersome mind also,


bells even to the throats of burdensome animals like completely be stunned,


Everyone was leaving. 

I was only able to see,

Could not even smile openly for help, 

A contagious disease like smile will also come, 

Mask on the mouth was also teasing now, 

The fear of pandemics was prohibiting, 

even talking and laughing openly.


Now this pain was not being endured. 

The mind was again and again nervous about the problems related to the interests of their loved ones. 


When I am not there tomorrow, 

then who will pay attention to all these, 

is nowhere, 

I will not weary my family with my misery. 

Now I am getting the palm of my hand. 

It seems humanity is crying and sleeping all around. 

Some people were celebrating bull wisdom. 

After that, 

he was doing a havan to end his own life.


Hospitals were full. 

People were not able to arrange medicines for patients, 

The Mrs .Sharma us was engaged in tireless efforts to save these Sharma ji. 


Children and other family members were performing Havan Puja for their well being.


Now it seems that this is life-giving,


In this it seems to spend whole life. 


Whenever I go out of the world, 

then show my finger to my picture and 

will tell you this story too.


You too must tell me this story from the orgy of corona.


But I hope one day ,

corona will go, 

and on all sides,

there will be only the joy of happiness.


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