By Moinak Dutta
You asked everyone to stay at home,
So here we are,
Home bound are we,
Unless we get back
How can we be at home?
So we are here,
Walking miles after miles
With our little kids on our shoulders
Braving the scorching heat of the sun
And beatings of police,
Our jobs having gone,
There has been no other ways to live
Than going back home,
At least there we can get water,
And the air of our villages may give us some hope.
Well, we live it,
Lockdown or no lockdown,
Covid 19 or no Covid.
Moinak Dutta is a teacher by profession. He is a published fiction writer and poet, with two literary and romance fictions to his credit. His third book of fiction is coming out soon. Moinak loves traveling and photography.
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