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चुनाव   में  है   करना  प्रचार  जरूरी  ,
ऑक्सीजन की ना बातें ना बेड मंजूरी,
दवा मिले ना मिलता टीका आराम से ,  
बैठे हैं चुप चाप  जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।

खांसी किसी को आती तो ऐसा लगता है ,
यम का है कोई दूत घर पे  आ गरजता है ,
छींक का वो ही असर है  जो भूत नाम से ,  
बैठे हैं चुप चाप  जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।

हाँ हाँ अभी तो उनसे कल बात हुई थी,
इनसे भी तो परसो हीं मुलाकात हुई थी,
सिस्टम की बलि चढ़ गए थे बड़े काम के,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप  जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।

एम्बुलेंस की आवाज है दिन रात चल रही,
शमशान  में  चिताओं  की बाढ़ जल  रही,
सहमा हुआ सा मन है आज  राम नाम से,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप  जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।

भगवान अल्लाह गॉड सारे चुप खड़े हैं ,
बहुरुपिया  कोरोना  बड़े  रूप  धड़े  हैं ,
साईं बाबा रह गए हैं  बस हीं नाम  के   ,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप  जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।

अजय अमिताभ सुमन:सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
कोरोना बीमारी की दूसरी लहर ने पूरे देश मे कहर बरपाने के साथ साथ भातीय तंत्र की विफलता को जग जाहिर कर दिया है। चाहे केंद्र सरकार हो या की राज्य सरकारें, सारी की सारी एक दूसरे के उपर दोषरोपण में व्यस्त है। जनता की जान से ज्यादा महत्वपूर्ण चुनाव प्रचार हो गया है। दवाई, टीका, बेड आदि की कमी पूरे देश मे खल रही है। प्रस्तुत है इन्ही कुव्यथाओं पर आक्षेप करती हुई कविता  " जरा दिल को थाम के"।
Onyx Apr 2021
Days folding neatly into weeks that eventually coalesce to months...

Did you miss me?
Did you think of me, seeing the gaping space between us, stretching ever tediously by miles of land and sea between us?
Did you miss the lack of it, where only the mere fabric of our clothes kept our warmth apart from one another?
Does it bother you, not being able to reach out and touch my warmth, being left with grasping yearningly onto thin air when overcome by nostalgia?
Do you take reverie trips when having my garments in your hands, smell my familiar scent to let loose the waves of emotions drown you?
Do you feel the emptiness around you haunt you menacingly and the cold of isolation, despite the warm sunrays bathing your room and kissing your skin?
Do you feel exasperated when hearing me but unable to touch me, feel me and just have me entirely?

I know you do, as do I.

The unpredictability of today and even more so of tomorrow makes the anxious more desperate for reunion, the many torn between inability to come together rave for some sliver of silver lining to get caught even accidentally by their convoluted fate.

Don’t worry, darling. The wait will be over. Soon. Until then, remember me and remember me often as I remember you so fiercely so I can come to you in your dreams, if not in reality, yet.
for those left isolated in the times of pandemic
Francie Lynch Apr 2021
I'm looking at branches
With baby buds
Waiting to bubble open
Above seeded and fertilized lawns,
Growing lush between our toes,
Soft beneath reclining heads
Interpreting whales and camels above.

Moons rise. Suns set.

Our first home
Was a skeleton with skin shingles;
Floors with no sounds;
Rooms with no emotions.
The car, all shiny and new,
Left an oil stain on the asphalt.

Wheels are turning.

My innocent, wide-eyed believers
Now share the same blameless lies
With innocent, wide-eyed believers.

Suns rise. Moons set.

Don't eat that or drink this.
Roll up your sleeve.

Astronauts blasted off for the ISS
Wearing masks.
Before their return,
We will cut, rake, bag and burn.
Dave Robertson Apr 2021
On the news
the language on the vehicles changed
from the ignored alphabets
to those we sort of got:
to ambulanza
then l’ambulance
to ambulance
to ambiwlans
to carbad-eiridinn
to otharcharr
to ours
Kay-Ann Apr 2021
I may not be as
horrible as hunger burning
like salt in a wound
or as
cruel as centuries of colonizers
but I can be almost
as unbearable.

When the weight and wrath
of reality seeps in,
I spew it out.
I take others along for
a weeping woeful ride,
knowing all too well that
my universe of pain is so intense
that they would live in it too.

I saw no problem with this
until the wrath was no
longer mine but the world’s.

Now I try to
sit with the feeling
instead of becoming it.
I never want to be
the one who does not
get to collect
a new harvest of mangoes
worrying about the rain.
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