The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring
–The Waste Land by TS Eliot
Such are the Wazes of the world!
a CIU to investigate from far and NIA –
Lord have Mercedes on us.
Send us machines – to count our
–Deepak Manchanda 5 April 2021
Often one thinks of taking inventory
and too often in terms of the financial year
the hopes of a new beginning.
The need to speak, to cry to be heard
So fortunate over the past 13 months quarreling
about the GDP. And how our industry escaped,
hoping some of the good luck rubs off
on us, even as we bury our heads
The second wave rumbling in darkness, luck
is running out. Humility in the face of nature,
the feverish Ganges, Our foolishness secret
by the unmourning water. After the first death,
there is no other.
– Naresh Khanna email@example.com
(With apologies to TS Eliot, Deepak Manchanda and Dylan Thomas. Editorial republished from the April issue of Packaging South Asia.)