The Lockdown.. Apu Mondal

The media is a charcoal bed
Where the panoramic, caged
People, living indoors, are roasted
Then served on a platter to relish.
And the safe ones soliloquy, I'm
Safe, thankfully. Those who can't
Bear the boredom, go out to be
Chased back by the police.
Inside shacks of torn polythene
And canvas, dazed cries of hungry
Children, confused eyes of
Parents, sitting hunch backed.
The torn sky peek hrough at
Vantage places.The virus resting
Elsewhere, keep the people
Hungry but desperate. If only
They could work as of long ago.
Masked police, masked medical
Workers come and go collecting
Data. The terror is not inside. It
Feeds on hunger and desperation.

Copyright: Apu Mondal@2020.c.r.