The Odd Irony

Poem by: shika

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The world seemed to come to a halt after the pandemic Corona. This poem showcases the odd irony behind the Quarantine.

Entered for Archia's Review Chain contest under the prompt 'Something Odd is in the air'.

The world has become still

or is it just me?

Time slips through my hand till,

I start wondering what day it could be.

Every day seems to be the same,

That I could hardly tell Monday from a Sunday.

Maybe I’d even forget my name

without seeing the sun’s ray.

This too shall pass;

Says a voice in my head.

But if I don’t get to step on the grass,

I might as well be dead,

Not from this pandemic,

But from being caged for too long.

Nothing matters now, be it laurels or academic,

Except being with loved ones and a favorite song.

Sigh! The sun shines, fruits hang on lush trees,

Leaves fall and then snowflakes appear

And all I can do is pray on my knees,

till I get to go out without fear.

Submitted: July 20, 2020

Non-Fiction world irony pandemic odd quiet

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C. S. Spence

Great job capturing what many of us are feeling! Good work

Wed, July 22nd, 2020 2:03am

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Thank you Spence for your encouraging words :)

Wed, July 22nd, 2020 7:53am

Archia

This is a very hard time for all of us, and it really shows us what is important in our lives right now. Your poem was really good and it really captured the state and the emotions that are being felt right now.

Thu, August 13th, 2020 11:44pm

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Thank you Archia for taking the time to review it :) Indeed, it's one of the hardest moments in our lives. Hopefully, we would overcome this struggle soon like the light at the end of the tunnel!