life went unbridled
from one corner to another
in the busiest cities
full of activities
for luxuries
however
in a dilapidated
untidy
unkept
broken
room
close to a place
where people sang hymns
in service of god
behind the curtain
of tatters
the hunger wrestled
with three daughters
bit by bit
while the avarice
panged
the poor
in those cities
where digital world
shines
abreast
the Moon
beyond Mars.

( Indeed, I felt pained for death of three daughters with hunger in Delhi.)
Narinder Bhangu.

Busy in my bout
of fast life
Mother's day celebrations
I heard around.
Impulsively,
I connected
silently by myself,
my inner soul
with hers in heaven away...

And she firmed the connection
last night
in my dream
taking me back
to the same
terrains and fields,
across the small dried brook,
where she had worked
and I tried to escape
to join the team
of my friends
as a teenager would do;
and..
the same earthen hearth
where she had cooked
the corn chapatis
on those red coal pieces
this motherly bond more firmed
never to break
Of course, it never breaks.

Narinder Bhangu

It was a passionate love thrill,
that gave an ecstasy to their fill.
Their impulse of love played a game,
with all doors shut to douse the flame.
Their warm bodies sweated and hissed,
on each other’s lips as they had kissed.
A pile of their garments, on one side,
it was a passion of love at its high tide.

Narinder Bhangu

A masked politician
comes
with a pack of food
in his gloved hands
for an elderly
squatting
on his fleshless legs;
his overgrown beard
and shaggy hair
infested with perhaps
millions of corona,
outside a broken hut
of a black polythene,
in outskirts
of this silenced city of past noise.
in that deserted garden;
where some caged plants
stood green.

AND
the super creation
mechanically
Wrapped in
web of domains
cissing and crossing
unbridled
gaming foul,
claimed
the global village
interconnected
"no distances"
.....

for "physical distancing"
today,
Of course! today.

distanced
from a twitter
of a bird;
yet
huddled
in a dis-infected room
reading
'Stay Home'
Self- isolate
quarantine
for period of
a half moon circle,
stopping this virulent
the tiniest stain of
Covid-19,
on his twitter account.
AND
In the dark of pandemic
light of candles,
as Indian saints say
Of countlessly nine
Those beats of utensils
Rythmically fine
Alas! That
Destructive closeness
In a disguise,
Distanced
The hope
Which the cruel hands
Of politics
Snatched.
the birds are
Flabbergasted,
And animals
Saddened,
Yet
Scared
Lest their own
Existence
Suffers
And evolution
sets a new era!

Narinder