One of the post-Covid Syndromes
is called Brain fog; I doubt if it
slowly started creeping in me
as my vocabulary kit
seems to be making a big hole!
I used to play and dance with words
but Covid came as a villain;
As a writer and good reader,
I won't allow it to rule me;
I won't kill my creative mind
at any cost to bow down to
the tentacles of depression;
I won't let my pen write a swan
song with a final farewell note
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem