No Last Goodbyes

Covid is still around, where is our common sense?

Photo by Parastoo Maleki on Unsplash

Hypocrisy runs in the veins of folks
who breathe power and dominance,

turning a blind eye to failed lives
boldly following the path of conflict,
of communal unrest, of vote banks.

a journalist dies, falls to the ground
yelling numbers, begging for sagacity,

for reality is a far cry from the headlines
cascades of tears, craving for a touch,
no beds, no air, no last goodbyes, no life.

© Arundhati 2021

Please don’t be a knobhead and stay home unless it’s essential.