(Published in Countercurrent.org, 26.2.2020)
I have seen the world recede behind the trees;
the world that was for you and me —
a vibrant blue world, dotted with green,
swirls of ocean and breeze painted
by Van Gogh — A Starry Night,
and then came a tsunami
that wiped it all from site.
A fakir overnight,
as Lalan, I sing afloat in space
in an intergalactic haze of nebulae
of a world lost;
of God
Burnt and Ripped out of Mosques;
Harried out of Temples with a bovine stampede;
Shot or Sickened out of Churches with Corona.
Will you, O God, create a new world again?
Where Lalan can pace and sing
of the wonders —
A blue ocean amidst swirls of green trees
Star-dotted skies sprinkling stardust each night
Mankind will have only one God this time
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