Yesterday I went out to see the sun set, and
Didn’t realize it would be one of the rare ones yet,
The rays filtered through the dust filled air blowing
Desperately into the tangled strands of hair
Floating beside my face, and that was the last I saw of you,
Armor of the sun, where are you?
I pass by the uncle in the white dhoti on the bazaar,
With his basket of guavas, wrapped in newspaper,
Now the papers fly about, there is news everywhere,
Everyone has wisdom to share
but where did his ripe guavas,
garnished by wrinkled smiles go?
Are they hiding in his prayers,
Hoping for some money, but the only paper
He has is riddled with news, words too many?
Fame of 2020, where are you?
You made me stay by, hugging pillows and blankets,
Scented bottles of disinfectant, I feel the way
of the cockroach, the bug, every other I killed,
Do I thank you for teaching me patience,
Do I thank you for opening my eyes to the plight of
The hundreds of guava selling uncles around,
You’re the force that made the world see
Beyond their mortal selves,
Crossing the walls of the bubbles we’ve built around ourselves?
Do I thank you for bringing me closer to my
Guitar and my pen,
For pulling me back to where I am?
You brought a lot of us down to earth,
From the self-constructed pedestals we bought with each
In this time, I finally befriended that shy girl who ate her
Snacks on the corner of the stairs,
you brought the world apart, you taught us regret
Traveler of the year,
You made the flowers bloom and burst vibrantly, behind the
Mocking figures of iron giants, that have finally gone to sleep.