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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, it is a very difficult time. small virus has created havoc all around. Your discomfort is understandable. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading and taking time to comment!