My Writing Terriotory

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Fling of Hope

 A twinge of envy,

For pandemic exits,

Lives turned heavy 

With no medicine persists.


Exhausted in fling of pandemic,

As though a clueless animal,

Longing to be just epidemic,

And crave situation to be swift normal.


Convinces nobody of how it’s visible,

Perplexed about how it gets into body,

Assured none of how it’s buildable,

Like chemical rays, it affects everybody. 


People’s grief seem no ending,

As no sign to achieve destination,

Everyones hope pending,

As this pandemic found no salvation. 



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