{"id":25236,"date":"2020-04-05T23:28:37","date_gmt":"2020-04-05T22:28:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bhutaneseliterature.com\/?p=25236"},"modified":"2020-04-06T23:05:28","modified_gmt":"2020-04-06T22:05:28","slug":"equality-fetched-by-the-fear-of-tragedy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bhutaneseliterature.com\/equality-fetched-by-the-fear-of-tragedy\/","title":{"rendered":"Equality Fetched by the Fear of Tragedy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Yati Raj Ajnabee<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Adelaide, South Australia<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Malnutrition and poverty-stricken Africa<br \/>\nhas been singly fighting for centuries<br \/>\nbegging for breath<br \/>\nThe virus of famine is bigoted<br \/>\nIt only sneaks, rests in, infects the poor\u2019s intestine<br \/>\nCoronavirus creates no clefts among classes<br \/>\nIt doesn\u2019t discriminate based on precedence or valour<br \/>\nIt splits no humans for their possession, profession, country, costumes<br \/>\nThe whites and the blacks, the Aryans and the Mongolians are alike<br \/>\nThe doctors and the traditional healers are alike<br \/>\nThe warlord, president, prime minister and the bridesmaid are alike<br \/>\nDonald Trump and Tom, Dick, Harry are alike to the one-eyed virus<\/p>\n<p>More than by Adolf Hitler, Saddam Hussein and Pol Pot<br \/>\nare humans horrified by<br \/>\nthe unseen and the unknown enemy\u2014 COVID-19<br \/>\nHumans are scared more to the unseen and the unknown enemy\u2014 COVID-19<br \/>\nthan to the WWI&II<br \/>\nThey\u2019ve distanced themselves<br \/>\nThey\u2019ve forgotten the tragedy\u2014<br \/>\nThe genocide of the Jewish<br \/>\nThey no longer recall the gas chamber<br \/>\nThey\u2019re destined to see their own holocaust<\/p>\n<p>The sunrise and the sunset make no difference now<br \/>\nAsleep in the dark are the owls<br \/>\nNot anymore sing the cuckoos<br \/>\nSealed are the bills and toes tied of the ever chirping and astir wrens<br \/>\nThe stink of stiff no more fascinates vultures<br \/>\nThe eagles are deaf to the last laments of the snake-fanged-frogs<br \/>\nThe lions not anymore pounce on other beasts<\/p>\n<p>Now the waves are whispering soliloquies<br \/>\nOn the seashores is walking<br \/>\nthe deathly silence sheathed in a bulletproof jacket<br \/>\nEverything\u2019s dull<br \/>\nBlocked are the borders<br \/>\nAloof are the affinities<br \/>\nMute are the tones of life<br \/>\nAt the nightclubs is the present, as if it\u2019s an end of eras,<br \/>\nshowcasing the destructive dance\u2014 Tandava<br \/>\nEvery moment is singing blues in an opera void of audience<\/p>\n<p>The cinemas have malformed into ghost house<br \/>\nSolitary are the shopping malls<br \/>\nForsaken are the plazas<br \/>\nThe orchards, gardens, parks are deserted<br \/>\nThough the heart\u2019s beating, it feels as though the breeze\u2019s stopped<br \/>\nThough the clock\u2019s ticking, it feels as though the time\u2019s paused<br \/>\nFlowless are the rivers of time motionless as hills<br \/>\nTinkle not the temple and church bells<br \/>\nLonely are the entire dells<br \/>\nBare are the boats on the Lake Fewa<br \/>\nSoundless are the cities<br \/>\nLifeless are the Wall Streets<\/p>\n<p>The mothers are hesitating to breastfeed their own kids<br \/>\nThe sons are scared to bear the body of their deceased father<br \/>\nThe crematories are void of and funeral-goers and grievers<br \/>\nNo attendees are at weddings<br \/>\nThe grooms are faltering to hold the bride\u2019s finger for a ring<br \/>\nThe newly-weds on their honeymoon are petrified to share the bed<\/p>\n<p>The skies have peace but no planes<br \/>\nThe aircraft have grounded themselves and<br \/>\nare on strike postponing their flights<br \/>\nDead are the rails<br \/>\nVoid of vehicles are the roads<br \/>\nProstrated as dead are the schools and colleges<br \/>\nCrowded until yesterday<br \/>\nempty are today the bars, pubs, cafes, restaurants<br \/>\nThe manufactory\u2019s chimney no more belches out smoke<\/p>\n<p>The seats maintaining mutual distance at the stadium<br \/>\nare watching the play of time<br \/>\nHumans have surrendered<br \/>\nThey\u2019re caged in their own nests<br \/>\nThe residences have turned into prisons<br \/>\nThe residents into prisoners<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/ajnabeecreations\/videos\/2585500405054516\/\">Click here to listen\/watch the poet reciting its Nepali version.<\/a><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fcbkbttn_like fcbkbttn_large_button\"><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/bhutaneseliterature.com\/equality-fetched-by-the-fear-of-tragedy\/\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"light\" layout=\"standard\" width=\"225px\" size=\"large\"><\/fb:like><\/div><div class=\"fb-share-button fcbkbttn_large_button \" data-href=\"https:\/\/bhutaneseliterature.com\/equality-fetched-by-the-fear-of-tragedy\/\" 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