The victims' wrinkles paint a palette
Of misery and straying on
The forehead of the grim time,
The fake news, cancerous tumour, rapidly spread,
Shyly, sneak out of their cartoon cells:
"Victims" of rights flood in
from different directions,
Hopefully to quench the scorching thirst,
Suppress the prolonged hunger,
And water their bony bodies!
Eyes widely dilated,
Teeth start glowing,
‘A dish of fish looms on the horizon'!
Lies' scent, the cause of their,
Fear, impatience, and scepticism!
They wrestle and queue up in lines!
Waiting for the AID,
Waiting for the mirage,
To catch the butterfly and the impossible
Mouth-watering rumours hover hither and thither,
cries rise and fall.
The false pregnant clouds of hope,
Deliver the nothingness!
Anger implicitly reflected in their murmurs
The queues disperse, scatter and rift-
Back to shanty camps!
Leaders of death caravans burst laughing
Wednesday, February 24, 2021