Silent Pain, Screaming

Its enough for a crystal stream, 
To be troubled by an ape-team;
Though it's truth of existence, friend,
How could I smoothly comprehend...?

It was pandemic; I accept;
Anyone, like fall-leaves, death swept;
When you my gem, from me, were snatched,
I couldn't, from pain, be detached...!

Loneliness in hospice you felt,
In delirium I did melt;
Kith and kin now, O! Never more! 
Don’t souls, always, all alone soar...?

The linen you loved most, I brought,
Why these grim gowns become your lot?
No rite; no ritual; none mourned;
As untouchables, all stood scorned...!

What was your funeral, O! No! 
Buried just like a dove or crow!
I stood, as though, by unknown robbed,
Senses turned senselessly knobbed…!

I couldn't bid you my good-bye,
Won't I, with this ache of soul, die?
Ember of hope, is alive, yet,
That I'd repay you my each debt...!


15 November 2022
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Daniel Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 9:57 PM
A tragic loss portrayed poignantly, Christuraj:)
Dietrich Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 12:36 PM
wow, so emotive . Well done. It's very sad that the entire world messed up with the pandemic by not realizing that some of the rules they implemented did more harm than good. A tragedy
George Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 11:19 PM
"No rite; no ritual; none mourned; As untouchables, all stood scorned"...! This was the saddest side of the parting of Covid victims. Without any rites, any farewell kisses, they had to leave their dear ones. Each such parting leaves a well of sadness in us. Very touching !
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