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Second Wave

Did you call the doctor? She asks.

I went for a walk
with my only friend here
And I even found a feather,
A tiny one, black and white

Our pet dog died
And the buffalo too
They suspect snakebite
or sunburn

I had sunburn too
A patch in the shape of
a quaint island
But I am alive

Did you write? He asks.

I hear train sounds
from my rusty hostel window
And I long to hop on a train
holding my best friend's hand

I cooed back to the cuckoo
it played along
And it went on for a while
My throat hurts

At night I fell from the bed
And hurt my ankle, knee, and elbow
But it also felt like childhood
I didn't complain

You should take a walk every day, They say.

Meanwhile, the lizards colonized my room
My nail paint faded
and the window curtains are blue now

About this poem

The poem attempts to negotiate everyday life amidst the ravaging second wave of the pandemic in India. It is a conversation with the self and trying to notice how the days change colors.

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Written on April 27, 2021

Submitted by zandraprasad96 on July 08, 2021

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I am an occasional poet whose poems are 'not quite,' rather an eventual juxtapose of words. They are mainly driven by memory or melancholy, whichever strikes me first. more…

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  • S.Zaynab.Kamoonpury
    Interesting muse to get lost into to divert from the pandemic. Kudos for a superb poem. Plz do read and comment my first poem , im a newbie here but I've been writing for ages elsewhere.
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