Twenty-one days

//Twenty one days 
I see gates and doors closed 
Most inside secure and safe 
Some out guarding the nation 
Some out treating the occasion
Bounded by duty 
I see them leave their house 
Blinded with uncertainty and love
While some wait for their loved ones to return back home 
While some don't have a home .
A raging war against hunger 
Something more severe than the disease itself ,
Scattered grounds watered with sins 
Some say it's the anger of God 
Some say it's a plot of humans plan.
Like the waves meeting the shore 
I wish to return back home 
Where there is a sense of belonging and purity ,
Unknowingly we all are trying to not get caught in the fishnet,
Trapping us until we can't breathe,
I look at my hands wondering how many times 
I have let go of the chances 
To hold people dear to me
Flashing placards with "I take you for granted "
Now regretting , all we have is a one way ticket 
When will this get over ?
Because I want to rectify my lethal mistakes 
As fear dances in front of my eyes 
Of not seeing the few people I have grown to care ,outside the confines .//
-Rishali Richard.

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