Happy Moments for Cicada

In the dark hours of the night, the facemask

Asked the sanitizer-“are we needed anymore,

When the scourge of corona is fading into

The annals of the history of human civilization?” they are marching ahead Forgetting the trials and travails of the hoary

Past; we have now become an antique pieces,

To be kept in the well-decorated drawing Rooms, as a visible symbol of our dedication,

To the humanitarian causes;

Humans still think that we are usable only,

In case of epidemics like corona; they

Use us reticently and reluctantly, and throw

Us away from their sight, as soon as its

Impact slows down;

They can’t visualize that our use is mandatory

Ever to save them from the dirt and

Pollution, and from the several respiratory

And contagious diseases; that they can ensure

Their safety by using us all the time;

A tiny cicada was eavesdropping them from

Behind the slightly open door; he was happy

To hear the whole conversation which set

The tone for their final departure; soon,

There will neither be facemask, nor the Sanitizer, and the insects like him will have

A field day; once again, the pandemics

Will ruin the human life, and the exploiters

Of every sort, will make hay;

Cicada laughed up his sleeves on human

Follies unbounded; he was happy to the core;

He started dancing frenetically, and crooned

The songs of joy with a nasal twang! Copyright@Rakesh Chandra