Bou! Punish me.

Bou! Punish me.

Bou! All your kith and kin

feel grievously guilty within

not being able to be with you

when the last sigh you drew

to bid you a befitting adieu

with their gratitude to you, due.

May it be due to the pandemic spell

or reasons having its own woeful tale.

I, your eldest son will incessantly cry

as being hopelessly helpless in his try

he managed to listen to a voice from you

your concern to save him from Corona flue

“ Gandhi your wellbeing, you take care

Do not worry, for me, Laxminursinghm is there”

Bou! Pray I your pardon for your every loved one

but punish me such that repeats never thus any son.

(My mother departed at the age of 92. She breathed her last while suffering from CORONA in our village when there was locked down restriction. None of her sons could be present Only her eldest daughter wa a distant witness. I am feeling aggrieved failing in my duty as eldest son whatever the reason may be.Bou as I call my mother)

P K Routray

In the service of Lord