Corona Diaries

Corona


How to make you scarce?
Social Distancing!
Isolation! Lockdown!
What a farce!

Hundreds live on roads
And now no work to go to
How will they sit idle -
A meter apart or even a feet?
Or, actually they will
As now, not just a road side
They have the entire street.

Hundreds live in slums
And queue for water at spouts
In houses, made of faces -
Not walls and gates?
They share the same essentials

They share the same corners
They share the same fates.
So Corona
Though guest is like God
Please don't cross over.
For you are one guest
We are not ready to abode.