The Last Verse
by Kakuli Nag
(Kolkata, West Bengal, India)
When did we sleep so deep, can anyone remember?
It took a pandemic to wake us up from slumber
I now pick my battles to lend and raise my voice
Education, health, climate or housing - tough choice
I now see their resilience and mental strength
As they decide to walk, the entire length
I now realize what apparently seems desperate
Is one mighty effort not to give up to fate
As we live comfortably in homes they built
How we fail them triggers a sense of guilt
While our heated conversations will continue
Some let them die down and others still argue
What have we meted out to them as a nation?
Pampering personal egos while giving out ration?
Sensational stories for leading media houses?
Fodder for both - government and who opposes ?
Twitter war and petty politics - the new normal
Virtual chats and small talk - being formal
How the young mother with a few months old child
Sat out, between train compartments running wild
If she even tried to move a strand of hair
From her face, lives lost without a minute to spare
The tired child sleeping on a moving trolley
A pack of biscuit make a few kids jolly
Just one bag is allowed to be carried
The survival kit stays and books are buried
These glimpses will return and forever haunt
While the Insta users find new ways to flaunt
Zoom parties, Webinars, FB lives in full swing
New digital , funky ways to do their own thing
As the economic inequality now stares at you,
And the prominent digital divide glares at you
I now ask why did we sleep, can anyone remember?
It took a virus to wake us up to their potential number!
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