QUARANTINE
April 17, 2020Boredom!
The significance of being indoors
Just like the inhabitants of the grave
Couldn’t hold it, but sleep all day
Self isolation isn’t enough a consolation
For the death tolls in a pandemic nation
Could prayer help please the gods
And help wash away the panic of getting killed
“O God! Why have you forsaken us
Man has become a laughing stock
In the eyes of the death
Killing humans, and feasting them to graves
A day well spent brings a placid sleep
But all days have become a day of depression
All nights have become a fearful night
Is there still hope for a happy life?
The shadow of death
Looms on every creation
Just like the clouds in every nation
I ask, is this the end of time?
Bayu✍
This actually a placid peace….it is good though I strongly believe the writer can pulsate more feelings in this and make it perfection
This actually a placid peace….it is good though I strongly believe the writer can pulsate more feelings in this and make it perfection
Thank you Sir
I appreciate
What a good job, Keep it up.
Crisp.
Splendid!!
Lovely poem!.I really love it. Keep it up
Waooo that nice I really loff it
Good one, keep it up.
Love this, it’s quite a nice poetry.
Well-done man !
You’re growing !
Am in love with this
A nice write-up
God should forgive us all
He shouldn’t forsaken us
Top notch.
Nice poem
Keep it up
Love this
Awesome hun
Nice write up