"Stay Home". This was what you ordered.
This is what i wish to obey.
I want to reach home but can you please tell me how to get there?

I thought that the tent at your construction site is my home, i thought that the plastic moulded chair which you have me to sit as a security guard at your factories was my home, i thought the servant quaters at the high rise buildings was my home.

But, as i started coughing because of the cling and dust of your factories, i became a suspect. My hands which once used to do all your household chores are now dirty.

I have become untouchable. Untouchable by the virus you brought post your foreign vacations.

Now, we are the spreaders of this virus and are thrown out so that the places can be disinfected and sanitized.

Can you see an antline from your skyscraper?
That's me and many like me.
Hungry, flushed, dehydrated faces walking on the roads which were meant for you to speed up your cars.

We don't have faces. We bear only the herd which you can find numbered in the newspapers.

"Home is made by the people who live in it". Now this is where our pilgrimage is.
With gutka in my mouth, i run fast; faster then your sight of looking down upon me.
I run faster when i see the next milestone reading next "X" hundred kilometres.
I run faster with the child in my lap and my wife by my side carrying a baby in her cage.
I run faster when i can give hope to my fellow men that we'll reach together.

I have walked far away miles so that you stay safe at your home and don't get infected.

All what i am carrying along with the fleshes is my identity card; the card named as Adhaar so that the media can trace and send my body to my home if i couldn't reach there.

You all stay home and stay safe.