At the time of the Pandemic

Letters to the world.

Mumbai
Dear One,

I can see you see sitting there,
In the doorway of your hut.
No traffic now,
Can you hear the birds sing.

Your feet are bare, gnarled and worn
From walking in the dust
No money now
Can you hear the babies cry.

The mothers beg for rice and milk
In the bright and burning sun.
No one is there.
Can you see the clean blue sky.

I see no vendors on the street,
Their carts all gone away.
No shouting now
No selling wares to those passers by.

I pray for better days ahead.
That when this time has passed,
We will not be so far apart,
In poverty or wealth.
In sicknesses and health.

So please take care, keep safe
If you can.
And all your family too.
I can see you sitting there,
On the east side of the world

In my mind's eye,

And I send my love to you.

M.