Heavenly Agony Poem by Arani DattaGupta

Patients lay bare in bed,
dead with beating hearts.
Awaiting their quietus,
letting vicious viruses have their way.

Humdrum teens stare
as the white composite walls,
they once adored,
turn into concrete cells.

The rumors that dishearten
are unfortunately veracious.
Press release wording tales,
besmirching nations.

The all-seeing-eyes, I hope you like the view.
seeing every color turn to blue.
As clouds of dust form a halo
depicting heavenly agony.

-28/05/2021