Nature Cry

As the blazing sun

Dips its toes

Into the emerald blues,

Nary a cloud

On the pure blue sky,

As the larks head home

For the night,

Do you hear 

The sound of silence,

As a gleeful

Nature sings.

Nature sings,

As its self professed

Best of the best,

Keep themselves confined 

To their homes,

Scared of the tiniest unseen,

Nature heals.

Nature heals

Of the sacrileges heaped,

Cleansing slowly

Accumulated garbages

From time immemorial,

Nature sings.

Nature sings,

Do you hear

Nature sing?

Listen carefully,

It may be fleeting.

Sure as sun will rise

In the east,

So will we.

Enjoy the pristine

While you can.

Oh ye of short memories,

We are born

To destroy

All that is pure and free.

We never heard

Nature cry.

A small price to pay

A tongue in cheek look at the fear spread by COVID-19. No intention of hurting anyone’s sensitivity.,🙏

My nose twist and tinge

But I am afraid

To sneeze

What will people say

I squirm

Shift my weight

From one leg to the other

A dead silence

All around me

The circle of

Social distance enlarge

See few people with

Phones to their ears

Somewhere in the distance

Wails an ambulance siren

The thought of being

Quarantined

Races through my

Distressed mind

I try to shout

Guys, I am all right

But fear dries my throat

I feel a cough

Coming up my esophagus

Esophagus, is that right

But who cares

As I fight valiantly

To suppress my cough

My body reacts

A bodily function

So innocuous

Comes to my rescue

With a sound thunderous

An act performed in public

That would have mortified

Even the bravest soul

Brought a sigh of relief

To everyone all around

And I moved on

Thankful to the

Fabulous Air Recirculating Technique

That my body performed

Banishing the fear

Of imminent infection

Of Corona virus

From one and all

Relieved, everyone on

His or her way

The malodorous smell

A small price to pay

A barren desert does not bloom

My mind seeks solace

In places I dare not tread

A wall of vain emotion

It can not penetrate

Silent is the suffering, the

Melancholy of solitude

As bleeding heart weeps

Nonchalantly go you

And I wonder when

Destination remained same

But the paths diversed

Small peebles became roadbumps

Perched earth hunker

For some soothing shade

Alas, an elusive rain cloud

Passing by

A barren desert

Does not bloom

Busy

I keep myself busy

To find answer to the puzzle

Why do we need to

Keep ourselves busy.

And for that matter

People call me lazy,

Their logic, I found very fuzzy.

Or they must have a life very easy.

While they sweat running in circles,

And jump into their cars

To sit in traffic that’s quite busy,

I scratch my head to think

Why solving pollution is not easy.

I call my friend to discuss the issue,

But the line is always busy.

Get an instant message back,

Very, very busy,

Send me a text, will respond,

When find some time

From a schedule quite busy.

Answering thousands of social media messages,

It’s not very easy,

Of late, social media keeps

Everyone very busy.

Being social,

It’s a life not very easy.

Lost my chain of thoughts,

Brain must have been quite busy,

How to keep safe from Corona virus

It’s a task not that easy.