A Remembrance
Sanasam Pratibimba20 Sept 2020
SUNDAY MUSING: The bamboos were dark... The sky was sombre, So also were everybody's faces.
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SUNDAY MUSING: The bamboos were dark... The sky was sombre, So also were everybody's faces.
Isn't she brave? Is it not for her, the state tolls its bells? She goes to the battlefield, when everyone stays shut.
Pelting my face to a glistening ruby gleam, Rinsing my hair to a gleaming ebony sheen, Soaking my soul like nourishing comfort soups...
And surely without doubt, We have lost our old world... O Corona!
My feet are stuck in the ground providing shelter and shade to weary birds and travellers... I don’t speak much nor complain about the wind...
Better had been my days, Ere you came from nowhere, Now I am no longer what I was...