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NIBEDITA MOHANTA

Horror Tragedy Crime


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NIBEDITA MOHANTA

Horror Tragedy Crime


My country is suffering

My country is suffering

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Covid is a myth, until it visits your loved ones,

Until you see someone close to you, running out of breath,

But what about those who don't have loved ones,

Those who see votes not voters,

Those who think their hollow words can buy you better tomorrow, 


Then, who you go to running?

When there is chaos everywhere,

When your loved ones don't get a bed in hospitals, or oxygen cylinders to live another day or another hour,

When you are fighting with hundreds like you for basic needs,

Unable to blink in peace, thousands of bad thoughts rush to their minds,

And kick sleep out of their eyes, hunger out of their systems.

Their one eye keeps a watch on the gate, while the other one cries for those struggling to breathe.


The doctors tired, exhausted, 

Can't rest their feet, but cry behind their face shield,

Who do they go to, and express their grief?

They have left their families months ago,

They are in the middle of a sea of patients, and their limbs tired from swimming, 

They don't have floating tyres around them,

Hope is waiting at the shore and shore is far away from sight.

There are patients outnumbering the beds and dead ones waiting for their pyres,


The air feels heavy with stench and fear,

I see children peeping out of their balconies with masks covering their childhood,

My neighbours too afraid to say hello,

With every ambulance siren, the fear grows stronger,

We have families far across the borders,

With eyes shut and trembling lips, we whisper prayers,

The chaos grows everyday, the sun doesn't shine bright enough for some people,

who are running around with their infected babies,

Begging for some medicines, breaking fingers to get connected to some help,


How long will that son have to wait, before he cremates his father,

How louder the daughter has to cry, to get her mother some cure,

Life seems cheaper than oxygen cylinder,

The crematoriums are choking the city,

Who will provide breathable air to humanity!



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