CORONA CURFEW- DAY 06

CORONA CURFEW- Day 6

29th March 2020

Agha Inamullah Khan

Don’t remember when!

Like a heavy cotton quilt in Jan

Eyelids buried sockets to soul

Like a lazy bloke

Bunked prayers at Dawn

Pair of sad young doves

Sat on half done ventilator to powder room 

Grating coos & caws

Crows agitated

Mynas bobbed their heads

Squawks and growls

Even sparrows shrieked

And joined protest

On terrace

I know, today I was late

We rushed upstairs

Rabell filled water 

I emptied bread crumbs plate

From the lounge windows

Resting our chins on sofa back- amused

Enjoyed nature's free show

I switched gaze

To Oppo

Checking overnight Whats app messages

And abruptly began crying like a baby for a candy

Watching

Ayaz's shared hymn on humanity

Rabell my daughter began to sob too!

And we both cried listening to

Ghulam Ali Samoo's melideous

Heart breaking lyrics

On Melodeon

Pumping rhythmic air through reeds

Tuning with each event

My heart recalled

Tragedies on record

Sirens often heard
Police patrols grocery stores

Yelling at us, one at a time and hey You! wait

Keep a distance

Search Results

Web resul

Like inmates

Like inmates
In Guantanamo Bay Detention Camp
Queued to get a piece of bread

Reminded me of Hollywood's Blockbuster

"Hunger Games"

Mouth masked

Anchored on gray beard grown 

N95's  white dome

Like snow caped K2 in June

Branded masks, riches' fashion

In the city that soars with slums

Poor with no home

On heaps of left overs
Sorting eatables

Unprotected almost 90%
Of 25 million populace of Karachi

Giggling at our fear & anxiety

Fighting Covid-19, cowardly

First Royal victim

Was Breaking News today

No not Yemen, Afghanistan, Kashmir or Syria 

A Spanish Princess 86, was Corona's prey

Will he make it!!

The infected Duke of Cornwall 

Prince Charles at 71

Kaaba

Roza e Athar 

And Masjid Ali in my neighborhood 

Echo, like empty caves in mountains

Half broken voice of Moezen 

Scared and sad

"Aslaat Fee Biutukum"

Pray at your homes

Me & son Abdul Basit

Walk deserted streets 

Each neighborhood Haunting

Only wind rattles pass our auricles

Reflecting Lifeless roads as if from Neutron explosion

Alam of Ghazi Abbas

At a house on street # 19

Flutters eastwards 

Resisting Sea- breeze 

As I gaze in humility

Conveys a polite reminder

Inam!! Do not surrender

Labaik Ya Hussain