Oh privileged one!

You sit at home
feeling sorry for yourself.
A comfortable home,
with an AC, a fridge and online shopping. 
They still toil in the sun,
sweeping and cleaning,
harvesting their crop;
feeling responsible for what they do.
Others at home, unable to feed
children lay hungry, weeping daily. 
Do you still feel sorry,
Oh privileged one!
You have more,
what they have none. 

  - Robes of a Muse 

The Poor Family of Four

It was curfew again.

The tenth day in a row. 

Food was fast dwindling,

Savings he had naught. 

Cabbages and pumpkins,

Some rice on the shelf too.

What to eat tomorrow, 

Was on his thoughts more.

Wife and children he had to feed,

Job was no longer a hope. 

This Corona came 

and messed his world

Just as it became heavily pearled.

He looked at the starry sky

Questioned the gods above

Why are they doing this to him,

His poor family of four. 

    - Robes of a Muse