Stay Safe; Stay Home

birds seagles yamuna river

Stay Safe.
Stay Home.

 

The birds flew home.
They had nests.

 

Stay Safe.
Stay Home.

 

But, men?
Did all men have a place to stay?
A place they could rest?
A place that housed their beds?

 

“1.6 billion worldwide lack adequate housing”.

 

Stay Safe.
Stay Home.

 

A place that shelters them from Death by Exposure?
A place where they have water to drink?
A kitchen with hygiene?
A separate toilet that is clean?

 

Stay Safe.
Stay Home.

 

Corona is on the prowl.
Don’t gather in crowds

 

by the Yamuna waters
where the homeless gather to bathe,

 

Where Krishna with his consort played?

 

— Dhir a sameer e Yamuna teere —

 

Daring COVID-19’s jaws,
Did the Homeless really have a Choice?

 

Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and the founding editor of Borderless Journal.


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