Destiny Delayed, or is it Denied.

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The sun strained to look at me

just a few more moments –

through window grills of thickets,

with it’s tired bleary eyes.

As it slowly slipped into a coma

under a blanket of clouds,

forcing it into the deathly folds

of the gaunt Hooghly at night –

that has lost its immunity now

after four months of lockdown.

It hasn’t eradicated Coronavirus,

which still spreading like wildfire –

is burning up economic life;

yet again testing the resilience

of the city of joy – Kolkata,

a land that history has bellied;

cyclone Amphan mocking its plight!

Yet with arms full of sunny warmth –

it’s always taken in destiny’s denied

since the times of two partitions,

or for that matter neighbourhood strife!

PS: An initial draft of thoughts from this evening’s visit.