A Creative Being Put To Wait Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

A Creative Being Put To Wait



Same place, same spot,
I just sit and type a lot,
Rotation and revolution stop not,
The rise and set have lost count,
The assailants so small in weight
Use the victims to replicate,
An invisible nanoscale agent
Is harming a bulky constituent,
When this goes on day-and-night
Not leaving the country and state
A creative being is put to wait.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life,present,virus,world
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