Pandemic Literature Does Not Suit Me Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Pandemic Literature Does Not Suit Me



Plague, plague, plague,
The old woman driving the cart
Saying it
And the people giving the side to.

The villagers taking the cholera patients
To the cholera wards,
The T.B. patients to sanatoriums.

Now want I to say it not more,
Disease literature I cannot discuss it.

Sunday, May 31, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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