Close bosom friends in the Marshy Land
Suraj, Surya, Shums and Sunjit
An evening with obscure conversations on
Beliefs, Ethics, Sacred texts, and ceremonies
“We are the oldest religion.” said one
“We are the contemporary.” said another
Each failed to prove superiority
Best buddies turned as mad as hornets
Adieu! Agonized steps treaded home
Teary pour veiled in raindrops
Wham, slam, bang and blow
A scattered plane in the containment zone
Quick off the mark, reached the tragic site
No mask, no gloves, no caste or class
Ambulance driver, nurses and fire-fighters
Manifold parts they played united
Secular and selfless service
A new scripture they gifted to the society
By Shehnaz Gujral
