Poems for a pandemic
Prayer: ‘I heard them cry/ and saw their tears…’ - PTI×
A poet gives voice to the five stages of the second wave of Covid-19
a slow darkness gathered
Did you see me at noon?
The time when all things rest,
all things old and all things dead
and the dust upon them,
a time when they sleep
upon the earth like stones
polished by rivers.
far from the halls of kings who are blind;
a red glow dancing with ashes blown
of those who had lost and those all alone,
and those that the city did not care for;