Pictures of people, smiling
proud of their might,
handing over cash,
bank drafts, oxygen
cylinders, concentrators,
food, gloves, masks,
PPE kit,
The overly rich have access
to the top brass. immaculately
dressed not forgetting to wear
masks rob the limelight
with a fat package,
The second rung
hand over cash
and kind to the District
Administrators. I presume
the schedules to be
less heavy.
The Deputy officers
receive from the third
strata, must be minimal
say in thousands, Cameras
capture the grin and pride
of the giver.
I think of the Doctors,
Nurses, Drivers, Technicians,
and the workers in the graveyard.
pledging their life,, toiling
to revive the afflicted.
Their family is in constant fear,
death looms large, Sleepless eyes,
aching arms, wry smiles, go
unphotographed.
Meenas Poems 