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A Coronal Prayer


Amidst gloom and doom, Mitali prays for freedom from Corona, a healing poem, exclusively for Different Truths.

We pray, we pray each day,
May the world be free to roam
free to soar, free from the
coronal lore. May we find
 
strength in our core. May we
be virulence free. May finally
a sunrise come wiping the
virus from our fold, our hearth,
 
our home. Give us a new
way of life. A new hope.
A world where man halts his
war with Nature. Stops to think,
 
if the land is only ours? Made only for us?
Were the Earth, the skies, the oceans
created only for us? Can borders
contain the virus or the breeze?
 
Lalon sings to the stars,
“Teach the human heart to love
his own kind; delete all divides.
With other species harmonise.”
 
Let us go there — you and I —
Where the evening is stretched out
against the sky* and find a new hope,
a new song to welcome a different dawn.

*with due apologies to TS Eliot’s Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock

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Mitali Chakravarty
Mitali Chakravarty is a citizen of the world. She writes and edits with the hope of creating an equitable Earth that transcends artificial barriers created by manmade institutions. In that spirit, she runs an online journal called Borderless. She has been widely anthologised and published. Her life revolves as a mother and wife around her two sons and husband.
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