Un- Bordered
Borders, Boundaries, Barriers,
Barbed wires
All have come down
At Last.
Corona.
Travels across Countries, across
Continents.
Across both Ganga and Padma.
Without a passport.
Silently.
Across Teesta, across Meghna.
All walls are Demolished.
All are, finally,
Indistinguishable.
A sad, strange reunion perhaps.
An undeserved requiem to commemorate
an unforeseen harmony restored
A music that burns the soul
Corona.
You and I.
Doppelgangers who are yet to meet;
Souls scarred by those barbed wires.
Should we salute the One?
The One who has bridged all the
Chasms, crossed all the Borders, cleared all the Checkposts that held us back.
The sad requiem of Corona
Plays on.
Sravasti
Guha Thakurta is an academician and a creative write
from Kolkatar. Since she herself belongs to a refugee family from East
Pakistan, Partition is a subject especially dear to her heart. She can be
contacted at sravasti.guha@gmail.com.
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