(Published in SETU, April, 2020)
Gazelles gaze on corona wrought streets
Peacocks dance freed
by the absence of mankind
Birds soar across uninterrupted skies
in patterns unseen by human eyes.
Skies turn a brilliant blue.
Nature blushes like a bride anew.
Each day nature a step further takes
as humans are forced to recede indoors,
frightened by the outer rim of a growing sun
that reaches out to cremate
When will Nature give a respite?
When will the Outer Rim subside?
The spirit of Lalon sings a new song—
Dance, dance Jord, Yakshas and Nymphs
in harmony with the Sylphs,
all with love the Earth fill —
Love that will wash away all hate.
Anoint, anoint again with
Tolerance, Harmony, Joy.