It's the same old routine
Stuck in an endless quarantine
Witheverything unseen
Bound to be behind a social screen
Losing my sheen
For some prefixed pristine
Which is worse than a guillotine
I need to contravene
Though it might be little mean
For my own irene...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nirup, such a lovely write..10+++
Thanks a lot Bernard