Poetry

The Covid Ghost

 Alone, alone

 all, all alone

alone in a house of three

doors and windows

 although open

locked inside are we

thoughts and acts

are all our own

 the mind is working free

boundaries strong

 like walls are built

 hardened to the core

mortar, cement ghastly tiled,

to every single door

change of season,

changing dreams

carve new worlds’ untold

every cloud does not hold

silver lining as we are told

grey clouds hamper

cast a spell

no one can behold

 what new challenges

lie there waiting

to drown your spirit sore

life is turning every moment

behind you closing

every single open door

                                                           ~ Shobha Diwakar

                                                            Jabalpur, India

2 Comments

  1. A very appropriate poem for the present times when this Covid Monster has cast global darkness in everyone’s life with a strangulating grip it’s asphyxiating it’s victims who fearlessly rather foolishly break laws imposed making it ( the Covid Monster) victorious.

  2. rightly said ASB, as human beings we are so irresponsible that we break life-saving rules, which we always love to and take pride in disobeying to boost our selfish ego , when something unfortunate happens a susual lay blame on the system and rejoice in doing so!