Saturday 7 August 2021

Simulacrum-A Poem



First, we laughed at those in masks,
Only to wear them ourselves! A cough sent us running for cover,
Fearing droplets of plague. And then it struck - young and old, healthy
And weak alike!

 

We squabbled for Oxygen to breathe,
Figured out saturation levels and learned of what the virus could
Do, that a deadly blow had dealt. A great leveler it was, that brought down the rich
And poor.


Many left before time, still in their prime, hearty
Souls full of life, crashing to the ground without a whimper. Grim 
Tales of sadness and grief not seen in a world so advanced! A world alas, ruled by
Arrogance.

 

After a  year we thought we were done. Alas! With
Vengeance it returned, rearing an ugly head, Reaper with his scythe,
Gathering a rich harvest! First those we knew less, and then those we cherished and loved
Drawing tears.

 

Joyful reunions turn into grief, smiles into grimaces. We
Grapple with emotions of shock and despair, remember those we 
Celebrated happy moments with. Lives end up in a mad search for Oxygen and
Vaccinations.

 

Our homes are adorned with cylinders and gadgets, 
Prizes of a year gone by. Those who survive wake up to a world,
Bleak, bereft of loved ones, grim reminder of our frailty! Now only memories remain of
The world that was.

 

It has been more than a year of staring at flickering screens
Virtual worlds, simulations of places and faces trying to figure out 
Reality. We have lost our touch, and voices that pour of speakers sound tinny and disjointed-
Buffering!

 

We live in a fantasy world of pixels and bytes, knowing not
Differences between simulation and reality! The reel has become real
And the real has become a reel even as we try to grapple with the reality of our lives,
Simulacrums.

 

Arrogance and ignorance, greatest faults, we paid a
Price for. If only we had prepared for it better, these cries of pain and
moments of mourning would not have drowned the cheerful sounds of celebrations and
Reunions!

 

 

 


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