Battle-cry

Every day we bang on our pots and pans

Woot like despondent owls

Clap loudly into the air

Let out full throated screams

Ostensibly of appreciation and respect

Probably out of pure terror.

When I imagined myself

thanking a doctor,

this is not what I saw.


However, here we are

sending our loved ones to hospitals

Some to be treated for sickness

and others to valiantly save them.

To send our beloved to battle

not knowing if we will see them again.

Suit up to fight a microbe

with science and spirit as tools.

When I imagined war

this is not what I saw.


By Aparna Muralidharan


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