Tonight I choked to death
A live poem
I pulled its limbs back inwards
Even as it tried to peek out of its dark hole.

“Get back in here!” I wailed
The world has no need for us.

We live in a dark hole
Like quarantined lepers
Me and the dead poem.

5 thoughts on “Quarantine

  1. Better killed by me than shrivel to death, alone, in the harsh world outside the quarantine ‘hole’, as you put it…for its exaltedness does not deserve such an igominious fate.

  2. Hey thats a great note about death of poem. Wandering the heights of creativity in you. Liked it. Good luck in your new role as technical write at wipro technologies.

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