'Fate's Goodbye'
Covid days
Kind soul prays
Still lockdown
Loving town
New rules start
Be alert
Dawn to dusk
Always mask
What is this
curse or bliss?
Can you tell
if you're well?
Am I sick
like a freak?
May I cry?
Let me try
Few months more
Close the door
Stuck in home
London, Rome
All breathless
Who's deathless?
No one here
Now we fear
Who is next?
Without text
I'm typing
News hyping
Burning bridge(s)
Empty fridge
No where car
All too far
Quarantine
Dying teen
Exhaling
Inhaling
Lockdown mind
Where to find
Medicine?
No vaccine
What else now?
Take a bow
Surrender!
Be tender
to your life
Accept strife!
Ta-ta bye
Sobs and sigh
Munia Khan (2020)
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