Lockdown Poem by Solomon Senxer
Lockdown
For the first time
I feel like I am being quarantined.
Light went off,
The fan stopped;
Water ran out,
No shower to stay cool.
India under lockdown,
Distant are the trees in the park.
Room like an oven,
Walking to and fro,
From the door to the window,
Wondering what looks best now!
Light, water or air that we need most,
Or the Coronavirus to go away!
— S.R. (16 April 2020)
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4/24/2024 10:24:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeah, it is a very difficult time. small virus has created havoc all around. Your discomfort is understandable. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
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