In Mask! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
In Mask!
all singing birds are out,
throat cleared of dust,
chirping songs of
how to be safe
all shouting crows are in,
covered as dust bins,
not to spread the
smell of painful death
all prayer halls are closed,
not to wake up sleeping virus,
all punishing Gods are satisfied,
but tired of over work..
A very fascinating scene created in the wake of pollution-free atmosphere of total lockout- the only relief that nature has received in several decades. Thanks, VS.
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5/6/2024 2:58:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Smell of painful deaths recorded all over the world! ! ! ! ! Coronavirus. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.