Every home is a special room.
The women moving around are nurses in PPE.
Everyone
Patient.
Gas cylinder is oxygen cylinder.
The hospital is without medicine
And yet it palpitates.
The death is certain, the life is not.
As if you did wrong,
To cover your face, a mask.
The gloves the doctor wears
Is like a precaution:
Not to leave fingerprints on a dagger.
Everyone if afraid of the other.
No taste, is it a dal or a ukalo?
Everyone washes hands,
Is it washing away life itself?
No permission to visit anyone,
Only the Yama,The deity of death
the authority to move around.
Only he is exempted from the lockdown rules.
Whole world is a hospital.
As if whole world is a mortuary
of tomorrow.
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