A Poem from India by Nimmou Nilakantan
This moving poem is by my friend Nimmou Nilakantan. We got to know each other at the school gates back in the mid 1980s when we were both young mums. Our sons met in the classroom as wee boys and were soon best buddies. Nimmou, her husband Nila and their two lads were in Glasgow for a few years because Nila had been posted there by Coats Viyella.
Nimmou says of the current situation in India, “We live in Bangalore (the Silicon capital of India) and things are as dire as portrayed if not worse.” She describes India as going through hell. Here is her poem:
THE PANDEMIC
We called it Pandemic
It was World War 3
Where we fought the Invisible Enemy….
We called it Pandemic
But it was World War 3
Every battle fought against the Daily Lonely…
We called it Pandemic
Every soldier had one task
To wear the weapon – A Mask….
We called it Pandemic
No condition could be worse
When humans became People Averse…
We called it Pandemic
It was World War 3
Imprisoned at home, no Longer Free…
We called it Pandemic
We wrote ourselves into history
By the failure of Human Society…
We called it Pandemic
It was World War 3
When will we ever return To Normalcy?
Nimmou Nilakantan
