Just Like a Driftwood

Don't behold me 
With contempt
Because I floated in
Just like a driftwood

I had a name
Born to someone
Isn't it enough
To qualify as a human?

Do not fear me
Do not hate my folks
Simply they couldn't afford
- love, pyre or a grave

They probably thought
Water should be my grave
Instead of fire or earth

River being the river
Did what it does best
Buoyed me back
Just like a driftwood

I had love to give
But there were no takers
In the land of hate

River could have set me free
But it returned me to you
As a nameless corpse
To be counted among
The countless

River will remember me
Even if you don't
This beloved river is
Our memorial!

#CovidDeaths

If Dead Could Speak

If dead could speak
I wonder what would they say
To every
'Rest in Peace'

They gasped for breath
They waited for beds
They trusted
They hoped

They left behind
Mounting sorrows
And bills
And plans
And dreams

They simply got erased
Without farewells
They got dumped
They got duped

Don't ever think
They are
Resting in Peace

If dead could rise
From the ashes
And graves
And rivers
They would certainly
Rise in rage