In The Swing Of A Virus Poem by desamangalam ramakrishnan
In The Swing Of A Virus
While walking alone through the meadow
The grass grabbed my feet
They bribed me
By a graceful grass-crown.
Flowers were eagerly looking at me:
They anointed my face
With fragrant oil.
Clouds were waiting for me:
They took me for bathing with vibgyor
And covered me with a flash.
And then, the wind
carried me to somewhere else
By oscillating
In the swing of a virus.
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4/27/2024 9:04:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
While walking alone through the meadow The grass grabbed my feet They bribed me By a graceful grass-crown. The swing of a virus and such explanation.. poetic. tony