Months go by without events,
sitting at home doing nothing.
a forced confinement, nurture
a fear to open the door, experience
a sensibility as if belonging to nowhere
It seems to be so near
yet far from eradication. Pandemic
is mirage like, it eludes.
rises, falls, kills
grave it turns.
My town insulated so long,
catches up with the others,
cases increase in tens, twenties.
hundred and above it touches
complete lockdown is enforced.
Disheartening, it is,
exasperation mounts,
a deliberation as Why so?
and what for? keeps gnawing.
undergoing an untold oppression.
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