Another Year With Covid Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

words
simple words
drift into my head
like shards of melody

the night is empty
much more like the day
people are locked in homes

the lonely cat
roams the equally lonely office floor

the phone beeps once in a while
remains unanswered

at 3 am
I feel nostalgic
go down the stairs
to the kitchen
hunting for coffee

morning awakes
I look at the ceiling
where the early sun
plays with shadows

another day in locked down
another year with Covid