Twenty Twenty-Five Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

Twenty Twenty-Five

My new year twenty twenty-five was flowered
With the orchestra of my sneezes and coughs
And the percussion of sputum-filled wheezes;
That's why my new year wishes were quarantined,
And that made my new year poems stay indoor!

(Composed with 11-syllable lines)

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