Aniruddha Pathak Poet Limerick

Irony Wrapped In Riddle

Look at this irony. Stroke of fate
So cruel that I can’t breathe so straight!
Curfew’s cleansed city’s air,
Pollution fairly fair,
Yet, my mask blockades both fresh-air gates!
Locked in house, halfway hung,
I can’t hail city’s lungs,
COVID’s hijacked all life, love or hate.  
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Happenings |23.05.2021|

Poet’s note: On account of restricted movements, part curfew, curtailed traffic has improved the quality of city’s air— a blessing in disguise. Yet alas the citizens can’t enjoy this stroke of luck. What an irony!

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JC Brul June 3, 2021 at 4:12 PM That is fine sir AP, you got an ample space there where you could enjoy the fresh air and see the city from afar...But for those who stay in crowded places, they will surely feel what you have masterfully stated in this brilliant limerick.

Vijay Pandit May 31, 2021 at 5:06 AM Indeed it is irony. You speak for the dwellers all over. Powerful ending line. Aniruddha Pathak May 31, 2021 at 9:38 PM Thank you Vijay Pandit, I always look forward to your feedback.