2020 - The Year That Was(nt): Vandana Kumar




The moon climbs up slowly 

The sun begins its descent 

A million thumbs 

In a million cities

Scroll up and down 

Their mobile screens 



Prisoners of our minds

We already were 

You dont want to assess 

The cruelty of this year 



The wounds too fresh

The onion  

A little too pungent 

There will be tears 

In our kitchens



Time flows in a river 

You cant pluck out a date

Call it end of the bad year

So many babies were conceived

In a year you want to erase 



The history of grief

Is too old

To have started this year

And too young

To end with it

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