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The Pricking of the Witch's Thumbs
by Kewal Paigankar
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It came in from the East                                                                                        

In the guise of the bogeyman

Belatedly, the battle lines were drawn.

 
It reduced life to bare bones

Suspended in animation

Nothing was ever the same again.


All activity stalled

Living became an abstraction

It was never the same again.


It behoved us

To comply, living in lockdown,

Nothing was ever the same again.
 

Amidst indefatigable heroism and dedication,

The fatalities mounted, could not be brought down,

It was never the same again.
 

There were discourses and discussions

Deputies standing in for a leader in recuperation

Nothing was ever the same again.
 

There is no panacea, or immediate cure

The curve of the pandemic, the vicious Covid-19,

It will never be the same again.
 

We are in its grip, the Coronavirus

Terrified, powerless, prostrate and supine,

Nothing will ever be the same again.
 

We were smug and late in recognising the danger

Vital days were lost, warnings ignored, through inaction

It was never the same again.
 

From distant parts it travelled

Through countries and continents, airways and oceans

Nothing was ever the same again.
 

Supposedly rich countries are in tatters

Reeling from a knockout blow, in meltdown,

It may never be the same again. 
 

The cost is considerable, progress is hindered

A delicate balance, between rejuvenation and casualties, beckons

Nothing will ever be the same again.
 

It feels like a surreal dream, but it is not

Unravelling through layers, unfolding through pages and screens

It will never be the same again.
 

Faraway nations are torn asunder

It is the enemy that spreads, seemingly without a vaccine

Nothing will ever be the same again.
 

This could wreck nations, unite or break societies

It may take decades for full cost to become known

It will never be the same again.
 

We are at crossroads, a seminal moment

To be judged by history, those in full bloom and

Those as yet unborn,

Nothing will ever be the same again. 
 

Trust and faith will diminish

Elite decision makers viewed with scorn,

It will never be the same again.
 

The spectre of a second wave looms

The threat real, through predicted timelines

Nothing will ever be the same again.
 

The witch has pricked her thumbs

This wicked thing is cutting a swathe of destruction

Embattled and shorn, we fight this demon from dawn.            

 

 

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