Arani DattaGupta

Patients lay bare in bed,
dead with beating hearts.
Awaiting their quietus,
letting vicious viruses have their way.
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Rain trickled down her eyes
as she watched Misery run amok.
Tuning the blues in her pool of white
as she lugged the arduous plight.
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There were sparks of gloom on the T.V.
as the flowers waltz into the fall.
Preferring easy escapes,
i was just waiting for the call.
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Like a ripple in the ocean,
a drop thus fallen,
inevitably.
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You have been working day and night
and have been tired for quite awhile.
All this just to make us shine bright
and ready for the world outside.
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Hatred tints your eyes cold,
freezing the heart into ice.
Verity that swivels into lies
masks the light that once shone bright.
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Yellow basks the ground
as its beauty is found.
Long forgotten was the wry
after the storm had ridden by.
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I lay on my bed, listlessly,
my hair silvered with all I've seen
But the world is still not done with me-
Poisonous to my field of green.
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