Hobe Na (1)

When I am asked to show a paper

proving that I am not an outsider,

you tell me to write a poem on Corona,

hobe na.

When I am compelled

to throw my tomatoes,

to spill my milk,

and to drink pesticides,

you tell me to write a short story on Corona,

hobe na.

Unable to join the online class,

when my daughter is forced

to suicide,

you tell me to write an play on Corona,

hobe na.

When I am refused

to get admission

in the hospital,

you tell me to write an essay on Corona,

hobe na.

When I am bound

to move from Surat,

to sit on the railway track,

to run over by a train for sale,

you ask me to write a novel on Corona,

hobe na.   

© S. M. Yahiya Ibrahim