Closed shutters
Empty streets
Masked houses
Seperated relations
Days and nights
Which smells death
We are in the battlefield
During in a strong fight
Against a virus
With a unique mind
What a fate!
World is an hospital
We are the patients
A very perceptive write on the effects of the pandemic. Yes, we are in a battlefield that brings too much carnage. A well expressed poem.
They say it will be over soon. We are assured. Lets just do the mechanics and science of prevention.
World is an hospital We are the patients.... //.... A precise observation in the wake of Covid pandemic. Thanks a lot.
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A concise and poignant bit of verse on the ravaging effects on Covid19.