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Post Corona

There was a time Pre Corona
And there is the present time of Corona
I wonder if there would ever be any time Post Corona

It seems like it's been ages we went out for fresh air
It's guarded by the Mask
That smell of wet earth, that rose, that lily
That citrus tree with smooth shiny coat
The mask has put a barrier on all
Lest we should fall in trap

That sea beach, that discotheque,
That never ending road 
All are deserted and desolate 
The night curfew and Lockdown have limited us
Lest we should fall in trap

That happiness we were used to
That 'carefree'ness which was real 
Is now synonymous to being cautious 
And celebrations which are virtual
All this has saved us
Lest we should fall in trap
Little do we realize 
We have fallen into 'The Trap'.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
August 21, 2024 at 6:08 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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