a few words that I penned today....

 

A rare drop ...then a trickle.....a stream, a river and probably a deluge

Steadily becoming proximal in degrees of connectedness

Instances of humankind dropping their mortal coil

Irrespective of age, gender and general physical health

Bringing with it a numbness and a drought of tears

Each death, merely another statistic, a meaningless count

Social distancing, WFH, virtual meetings etc is already in our vocabulary and now it is digital condolences

Repeated reminders of our definite mortality, the drifting away of our allotted time

Reminding us to strive even harder urgently, at spreading hope, support and whatever we can

To the mass of humanity that we may not today include as our own

While we cocoon ourselves in our private sanitized, secured spaces and fortify with vaccinations

Thinking first of me and mine alone, self-preservation foremost?

Will this insulation be any consolation for those at the frontlines battling out and for those already afflicted, those who have lost livelihood and lives of their dearest

Self-preservation first, letting the frontliners battle it out? Is that the only way or is there another?

Statistics and theories of waves, mutants and vectors, encourage us to shrink further into our shells?

When life is always about expansion and inclusion, is this virus being allowed to reverse our purpose?

Time for all of us, not just the trained and prepped healthcare system, to do our bit to overcome this pandemic

If not for anything but solely because it is upon us and it is our karma.