Pandemic pains stored inside
All the pains
Accumulated in the
Voids, like the
Chits in a glass,
Aches
Bottled up
Inside
The tender heart;
The memories that
Still haunt—
That familiar smile
Comforting voice
Warmth
— now, all lost to a cruel virus
That struck and killed mercilessly, everywhere,
Like a tyrant.
Wish some pains
Could fly away
Like the butterflies,
Rarely caught by the
Mischievous boys
For their table jars!
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