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A Glimpse Into Some Trials and Tribulations of 2020

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Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

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A Glimpse Into someTrials and Tribulations of 2020

Life, for most, is usually a struggle at the best of

Times. Yet only a year ago, a Wuhan doctor died,

Exposing a devastating enemy before his untimely

Demise, and the world was transformed forever.


An unknown virus, made a cruel and effective use of

Modern technology, flying across the world like a falcon,

Devasting numerous lives and institutions in its wake.


WHO called it a pandemic, as humans began dying

In large numbers in Italy, Spain, America and many other

Countries. Soon the clarion call was unanimous: --wash

Your hands, social isolation, wear masks and protect the NHS.


China – in spite of fake news and conspiracy theories --,

Gave the genome sequence data to world scientists, while all

Lived in dread, of this lightning-fast adversary, called Covid-19.


Many were stricken, especially in frontline services,

Exposing the disparity when dealing with blacks and

Other minority groups in deprived areas, and

The wheels of trauma, began spinning in ghettos.


Soon mass testing was everywhere! ITU’s were

Struggling to cope; new hospitals built, and the search

For a cure, via drugs and vaccines, began in earnest!

They were all called Nightingale, though, perhaps

To ensure that Mary Seacole, didn’t outshine the Lady of the Lamp.

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Anyway, soon our crucible of challenges began: viral

And racial pandemics, began to feed, like parasites, on

Our economic, social, cultural and domestic life,

Creating an avalanche of fear, loneliness and insecurity.


Big brother drew up lines of demarcation, creating disparity --

A ‘them and us’ kind of leadership, adding walls to callous hearts,

Engaged in bigotry and the dehumanization of kindred Spirits.


Legalized cruelty reared its ugly head, and the ‘I can’t breathe’

Plea of a defenseless human, only served to highlight an

Already systemic problem of the enslaved; serving to propel

The cause of Black Lives Matter; reverberating around the world.


I weep on a dark web of loneliness, as past regrets

Hangs on the nights of my thoughts like shadows,

As the moon wanes. I walk the streets as humans

Evade humans, either unable to, or not wearing masks

Walking to raise funds and hearts

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But there’s good news too, and I see Colonel Parker,

A 99-yr old on his three-wheeled frame, lighting

A lamp as a beacon of hope, to inspire humans.


Roman Abramovich, offers lots of money and practical

Help to the NHS, and is immediately followed by many.

I hear claps on door-steps and praise for our health

Services, even while they are still struggling to get more

Ventilators; the basics of facemasks and PPE’s.


An election is held across the pond, with some crying

Fraud and spreading innuendos, tainting the aspirations

Of a people to the world; refusing to accept defeat, while

Close to 300,000 die from what we now call, the corona virus.


Sea-water caresses gemstones on the oceans bed, yet fishes

Mourn their plight, in this fisherman’s net of sorrows. Covid-19

Has created new arenas of terror, as the cosmos grasps this light-bulb

Moment, building a new world order in the heart of humanity.


Poverty, displacement and homelessness, are like sad sediments

Left behind, after the tornado-predator, has taken away our gold

And diamonds. Domestic issues and mental anxiety are rife!


Hope hides unseen –that spark so necessary, for the

Flame of tomorrow’s vision. The forgotten sleep on streets,

Even managing to smile, while others party and break rules,

In order to avoid going crazy in desperate family circles.


There are new Tiers of Lock-down, as well as a slightly

Different language to controlling the virus, called 'hands,

Face ... space.' Meanwhile, we await a family Christmas with

Bated breath, as well as a tussle between our Government

And Brussels, to get a semblance of a deal, for the Brexiteers.


- Lantern Carrier. 11th December, 2020

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Going forward

Wisdom from the Master

"Life's perfection-road is very long,

But the journey is richly rewarding."- Sri Chinmoy

© 2020 manatita44

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