Another Number Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Moments crawl like hours
Days stretch to miles
Call it a confine or quarantine
Inactivity suffocates more than the swine
To remain glued to the screen
For news, information, time to time
All the excuses are exhausted now
With sporadic distractions of friends
At far off places with their concerned query
Are You Fine...?

As if an unseen fear lolls around
No one knows the way to the tunnels end
Five blind people busy in drawing the graph
The shape and size of the monstrous elephant
Boasting their individual knowledge and might
When life of innocents are on ceaseless plight
Remedial hopes when stretches too far
Few million body bags, strangely though;
Have become, a new normal

If tomorrow's sun shines
To wake you up carrying a new chart
To call you by name...IT's your Time!
Before you pause to breathe a while
It flashes on the screen...
As an addition to the national register
Don't be surprised! If fall prey to it
Or become victim of the Covid. Vampire
It's now or could be the day after
One should remain prepared
To stay content with the fact
That…it's just another Number.

©sachi21st Apr.2020