Like a caged bird
The days are being spent
And I look at the past
Now, it is felt, they are quite different.
Whatever lights and shadows were common to us,
Now it seems, they are distant past
And whatever we are being forced to take
All art are beyond of life itself.
How long have we to stay here in this way?
No one knows
And my little heart prays:
Oh God! Let us give a little relief
Let ward off this horror pandemic
We want to get back the old days
Where there is no red eyes of Covid yet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The poem mirrors the sentiments of everyone of us who is fed-up with this pandemic. Let's hope the time changes and brings our carefree days back again. Thanks.