What am I ?
Just a unit in time.
A little more than a century now since WW 1.
Looking behind me I see a vista of years
Torn asunder by strife, greed, cupidity, hatred, genocide.
Nature devastated in the name of progress,
Ravished and cropped with deadly poison
so that crops grow aplenty at the cost of your health.
There is of course a vibrating optimism,
A faith in scientific innovation for the good of humanity,
Stretching beyond the limits of the universe,
Traversing other worlds, ambitious for expansion,
Dreaming of making beneficent drugs from lunar rocks,
As if enough has not been done already to make life long
Till you live on without zest, sans teeth, sans eyesight, sans brain
sans all but a faintly breathing heart,
And when that malfunctions your life can still be ticking
with a battery powered machine.
The whole world is evolving towards artificiality
You are also experimenting how youth can be prolonged and ageing delayed.
You blame me for covidisation of the wolrd
But have you ever analysed your own misdeeds ?
You call me a bad year, the worst ever in living memory
Yet I am just a unit in time, an aeon in the panorama of Time.
The virus sure is more lethal than previous ones
May be it is nature’s experimentation on human guinea pigs.
You have used nature to serve your purpose of wielding power
On other species, other human enemies
to kill whom
you devised biological, chemical and what -not weapons.
You have neglected nature’s beautiful creations,
You have polluted beautiful minds, made them cry even in sleep
Yet you blame me for covidising the world!
I, 2020 have given you occasion for self-searching,
For submerging yourselves in sunshine and waterfalls,
In learning to trust your own abilities, utilize your gifts,
By missing human contact you will learn to hold hands properly.
I, 2020 have united the whole world in common misery,
I, 2020 have tried to erase boundaries and made science achieve
common goals for humanity’s benefit
I, 2020 seek to erase the carbon footprints,
To re-plant forests, dismantle walls that separate blacks and browns and whites.
I am no prophet and cannot say whether you will safe-keep
the lessons learnt for future benefit
But surely you will realise you too are part of nature,
You too are agents for creating its rhythm
Do you realise that you, and not the stars, have initiated this covidisation ,
You have encouraged and aggravated it
It is up to you to cleanse yourselves before the malady starts dancing in the universe.
Before it bamboozles your intellect.
Stop blaming me.
Let me efface myself peacefully into ether.
May you re-achieve the zenith of perfection
But do not forget me, the dauntless 2020
Build me a memorial with grass flowers and thorns.