Homeward
P Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
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My pen is reluctant to move
Like a tired bull pulling a cart
It stumbles and slips off
To wuhan, New York, Italy
And London paying homage
To the victims of Kovid 19
Who were denied the last rites
And buried like culled pigs.
Finally it stops at Aurangabad
Where sixteen of my countrymen
On their way to distant homes on foot
Were crushed to death under
The Heavy steel wheels
Of a running train nipping in bud
Their much nurtured aspirations
And the hope and support
Of their poor beloved ones
Bu şiiri puanla
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