QUARANTINE

QUARANTINE

Boredom!
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 Post Has 16 Comments

  1. This actually a placid peace….it is good though I strongly believe the writer can pulsate more feelings in this and make it perfection

    1. This actually a placid peace….it is good though I strongly believe the writer can pulsate more feelings in this and make it perfection

      1. Thank you Sir
        I appreciate

        1. What a good job, Keep it up.

  2. Crisp.

  3. Splendid!!

  4. Lovely poem!.I really love it. Keep it up

  5. Waooo that nice I really loff it

  6. Good one, keep it up.

  7. Love this, it’s quite a nice poetry.

  8. Am in love with this

  9. A nice write-up
    God should forgive us all
    He shouldn’t forsaken us

  10. Top notch.

  11. Nice poem
    Keep it up
    Love this

    1. Awesome hun
      Nice write up

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