Ghar-wapasi, Homewards
So many white storks
Flapping their wings
To return to their nests
As for the storm gathering
And the clouds darkened,
The rains to come at eve.
Migrant Workers
On the return journey
Going as pedestrians
On a padayatra
To cover a long distance
Staggered during the lockdown,
How to reach home
Enduring the travel sore
Bereft of money and food
And also without the conveyance?
The Aliens
Where do they
Come from,
The aliens
From Mars
Or elsewhere,
The UFOs?
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Enduring the travel sore with the hope of reaching hope is really amazing. Every sequence in this series of poems is wonderfully presented. Thank you very much for penning this excellent poem.