Three months
Quarantine
added
no
Quinine
No Rose Mary
came for me
But
added a bombing
gas one
machine
Haveyou not
the flavour/toxity
seen
ages its been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the quarentine Gave me time To nurture Complete. Lost In the quest To be the best Ruining all that is dearest. Every thing needs time, and nature has its own ways. There is always a positivity behind every scene, we need to discover. Maybe this quarentine too has one such. Humorous. expression. No Rose Mary came but added a bombing gas one machine ... Hahaha such things happen in quarentine. Lucky one.