Not sure if it is the Corona,
Or if it is my copious poetic vision,
But from where I observe,
The colour of the sky has altered.
The water of the creeks have relinquished their crystal clear shine.
The glow of the magnificent moon has faded.
And now, the sun has a silhouette.
There’s a shadow everywhere.
All around this planet.
A shrug of all things bad
Over the sleeves of the good.
A dusty membrane of mankind’s bad deeds
Over nature’s elegant foliage.
And now, this will remain forever.
What we do to nature is like a scratch on a thermal paper,
The kind they use for printing bills.
If you scratch it once,
The imprints will remain,
And remain forever.
Sukanya Basu Mallik is a multi-genre author, film and book critic. Her works have been published in various journals, magazines, and anthologies nationally and internationally . Visit her on instagram.