Life · poem

Corona second wave in India

Death follows me on.

One conversation at a time.

Just a few days ago, everything seemed fine.

Now you are either recovering or falling in line.

Death follows me on.

One conversation at a time.

I want to leave this unrest behind.

I want to leave this unrest behind.

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