Walkathon

After autumn’s end the first winter morning
The nippy air from the north gave a warning 
Cover your head and pull up your sock
Before going for a walk, message your flock

Ideal weather for a walkathon, I gave a call 
What a pity! Energy wasted, no response at all
Followed Tagore’s wisdom and went on my own
If no one is willing to take your call, go alone

I sneaked   out remembering COVID’s invasion
The virus visited us despite all our dissuasion   
Spread like wild fire to all corners of the earth
Devouring life and heralding the devil’s birth

I felt organizing a walkathon was a sound cause
To draw people’s attention and not applause
It raised the general level of hygiene in the town
And improved conditions to avoid a lockdown

The general life in the city has changed for ever
Can’t overcome COVID fear despite all endeavor
Social distancing has become the norm of the day
Visiting malls and restaurants have gone astray

Private office workers are having whale of a time
Absenting from office no longer considered a crime
In fact, they are encouraged to work from home
Complete their tasks without having to roam

Meeting distant relatives have become an obsession
Enforced travel rules and restrictions give no concessions
Anticipating the vaccine with our fingers crossed
Hope it would redeem us from the freedom we have lost


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Copyright © Subroto Sinha | Year Posted 2021

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