By Vandana Kumar
It felt like another eon
This surely wasn’t our century
Plagued by something
As evil as the bubonic
.
No heroes to the rescue
No masks to fall from the skies
Stay away from human touch
We were told
.
Just as well
We got accustomed
Adding virtual friends
Boredom in the air
That we filled
With cyber sex
.
Within your home
A parent who sneezed
A spouse who gasped for breathe
A child with raging fever
.
All were enemies
Of each other
And of state
.
Maybe a good thing to stay
At arm’s length
To avoid gathering in large numbers
God knows the world
Needed a break
From those assembling
With hate
Armed with matchsticks
Some fuel
And hand grenades
Vandana Kumar is a bon vivant who loves travelling, working with young minds and exploring possibilities beyond the ordinary. She contributes poems regularly to online publications like ‘Narrow Roads’ and ‘Our Poetry Archive’. Her poems have featured in the ‘Emerald Hues’ and ‘GloMag’ anthologies. She has also been published in international journals like Toronto based ‘Scarlet Leaf Review’ and Philadelphia based “North of Oxford”. In addition she has been published in poetry websites like New York City based ‘Spillwords Press’ and UK based ‘Destiny Poets’. One of her poems was shortlisted and published by the “All India Poetry Society” as a part of the All India 2017 poetry competition.
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