India is on fire
we burn our dead
No one notices
we turn a blind eye
Death is a firestorm
we churn our forests
Incense and charcoal
we singe saffron robes
Agni watches
we pray for oxygen
India sings rāgas
we spurn our songs
Silence offers a dirge
we mourn dry eyes
Offer us oxygen
we learn to breathe
Needless suffering
we yearn for the end
For the vaccine
we strive for equity
In our practice
we aspire to prāṇa
Respiration before
we all expire
End coronavirus
we hold our breath
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