My India

Fri, 04/03/2020 - 14:10 -- Nandana

The world isn't asleep
Yet it is so silent.
For the world is suffering
from a plague so violent.

A few days before sitting for breakfast I stared at the screen.
Only to see people even little ones scream.
Burning was our capital region,
And the reason was just religion.
People killing people ,
without even having a reason so ample.
Petrol pumps, shops , vehicles
Burned were all quite merciless.
Everything appeared so meaningless.

And that was when the plague hit us.
Freezing travel in a train or bus.
Crowded were the hospitals
where everyone said hush!
Isolated the affected were
No one dared to utter religion there.

In a single ward everyone stayed,
No attention to caste they payed.
No one bothered about the religion of the doctor
Or the nurse who helped their son and daughter
Shared the room and shared the mess
Above all there was a feeling of oneness.
Without even knowing each other
Praying for the well being of people in one way or the other.

When the whole human kind,
Stood together with all their mind,
Strongly to face this hard rind.
The epidemic hit us hard
And it is really bad
But didn't a feeling of togetherness flourish?
Didn't our differences all of a sudden perish?
Wasn't it humanity that we all were destined to nourish?

This poem is about: 
My country

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