
A prose poetry attempted in 2020.
Inspired by:
Lockdown has been a boon and a bane. While news stories pointed at a rise in domestic violence, some families managed to save their relationships.

We are, so we care
This one time, care.
Expected often, marked by tumult
Our fate is our destiny, or contrary, to care.
Apocalypse? Phoenix? We know not
Oh! Kind Hearts, care.
Ignorance? ingenuity? State what you may
Our lives on this earth means to care.
Caring, for us, is to each on its own –
I am an animal and a human that care.
As a bird, fish, snake and monkey,
I fly, I swim, I crawl, I walk, and I care.
Existence is primary preference
Life, a gifted necessity; we miss not to care.
Let us be who we are
For, we are, so we care.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
I couldn’t erase the haunting image of
A child trying to wake his
Dead mother.
Dead, from dehydration and exhaustion;
Exhaustion unimaginable, from days,
Days of walking and travelling,
Travelling to return to their homes.
I couldn’t erase the relieved words of
Some other blessed people.
People who said they were grateful,
Grateful for their karma,
Karma of being fortunate to good birth;
Good birth indeed.
Indeed life can mean returning to our roots.
I couldn’t erase my thoughts of
That child who is too young to know;
World in its formative period where,
Love, care, food and play makes sense.
Most of today may be forgotten, and
His cries will remain till memories fade.
May a mother give him a life in a home.
Stories of migrant labourers (India), especially footloose migrants, have been the news stories for sometime now.
I was deliberately avoiding the post of news-based poems though, have been writing a few on the current issues. Today, I thought of sharing my emotions.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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