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Triage

Sunder And Sonati

I am used to
A certain lifestyle
They live
Like that anyway
They always manage
Still…
I salve my conscience
By donating
A few thousand rupees
To a worthy cause
The money that I saved
By not having paid
My cook and driver

Meanwhile
Those on the frontline
Those engaged in triage
Are overwhelmed
Completely overwhelmed
By the sheer scale of the problem
Matters of life and death
Decided in moments
Him: Can’t afford to do anything,
Forget about him
Them: Oh, just toss a coin
And decide. Quickly.
Her: OK, let’s send her back
To her children

Only to find
A few weeks later
That she is back
Leaving her children behind
Looking for work
Any sort of work
Exactly where she
Lost her job
A few weeks ago