The Odd Irony

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Review Chain
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'.

Submitted: July 20, 2020

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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.


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