POETRY
Fracas Words
On Scenarios Apart
Sometime in the 1990s
The school bell rang, the hours over,
Knocked summertime glimpse from the school window,
We jumped in joy; books packed in the bag; benches closed, desks locked,
A cheerful fracas emerged.
Ah! My golden summer-days.
Most of the time in 2020
A debate ongoing around- how to stop the spread, how to cure?
Burning legion approached, in deadly virus form-
approaching a world of fracas or a world in unison! Confused.
Summertime is knocking. Again.
Except for the cheers, we are covered in lifetime fears.
©️Suntonu Bhadra, 2020. Rights reserved, but the happiness is not.
This poem is in response to dear Terry Mansfield’s poetry challenge, ‘fracas’. The never-ending poetry prompt originally initiated by Martin Rushton. Following is Terry’s wonderful words in prompt link:
