Sakeena Jabeen

Sometimes we think that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. Infact, the poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared is the greatest poverty.

"In whiff of joy, yelled a stiff villain, Merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance, In midst of clampdown and in quandary of one, Beside mercurial alacrity of heartless king."

Hyper reality is possible only in postmodern world and in my Vale, this concept is yet to gain momentum. Of course, we are living in the post-postmodern world, but ironically without the lively-wire (communication).

"As I'm here with strong will, Hard for them to kill me with jab of knife, Hark! You, might coward knights," writes the poet.

"Tried they to shot us nearby, And uttered then a natural one, Alas! Failed like miserable wretch, As howling storm a natural shield, Driven them all at their assigned place."

"Played pebbles and hopscotch, Boy and girl as if were one, Gone to picnic to cherish nature, Dressed alike and helped one to one with open heart, Never frowned nor scolded then to one"

No doubt, this is one of the few options to curb the deadly virus but it is the need of the hour to swoon into some new age. Certainly, it seems like trudging along the road in a grimy wayside but this is the only option.

A worthy being stated "Live and Let Live" and undoubtedly, this slogan should guide our actions all the time, especially in this current scenario of Coronavirus outbreak.