When the Masks Come Off
I now wear a mask
So do you
Credit the mask
For bringing a change
Making us new
The domestic help
No longer around
Any grudges and complaints?
No!
‘He’s having harder times'
We’ve found
The veggie and fruit vendors
Coming to our lane
Do we haggle with them?
No!
We are so understanding
Of their pain
Helping others
Has become
Our second nature
Our past memories
Comforting us
In an uncertain future
We are talking ‘spirituality’
Why?
Any sudden realization?
No!
Actually all ‘materialism’ has halted
So, we've broadened
Our parochial vision.
Masks are uniting humanity
Like never before
It isn’t an individual fight
Against COVID-19
We are in it
Together, for sure
But a nagging question remains-
What happens
When the masks come off?
Will the ‘real' us be back
Again embracing
Our old habits to scoff
At care, concern, compassion
And all such 'meaningless' things
Or,
We would’ve learnt our lessons
Which this tragedy brings?
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