CHOIR OF THE DEAD GENERATION

*(Voices of the generation, young and old, who died in the Corona Virus pandemic)

Skies were no brighter then

Stuffed with clouds fluffy as bale of cotton

The air was no purer then

With flourishing fauna and flora

In the revelry of racing like the rats

We lost ourselves amidst the disgust of hopelessness 

Ignoring the deep essence of life

We made a journey to our individual pursuits

Our material existence that mattered the most.

It had been just the charms of earthly matter,

The possessions, the mysterious bondings

 That we had built around us.

It was more about the world that we visioned

Through the senses of sights and not mind’s eyes.

Fought our battle relentlessly, with utmost fervour

Every breath inhaled a sense of despair and desolation

Perhaps our imprisoned souls wished no less

To dismantle the shackles of physical dimensions.

The beguiling foreign entity trapped us,

Ripped us apart into body and soul

Into disparate courses and pathways

That we failed to meet nor recognise 

Our loved ones we had left behind.

We couldn’t be more mournful

Of parting not with our bodies but the lives

Thriving in the world to breathe longer.

Uninvited terror waves appear in first, second and third

Just as Milton’s Satan would have conspired on a deadly note

Inducing us to sleep like the effects of marijuana

But wake eternally as it could destroy not our spirits.

We have surpassed the terror now

Independent as the electrons, travelling in our own orbits

Gravitated towards a Supreme energy — potent and omnipresent

Just like the planets around the sun.

We may never return into this territory

And if we do, it’ll be another new beginning,

New era heralding the light of hope and divinity…

Aum Shanti.