Not a soul to be seen
On the deserted streets,
Lost are all hopes and dreams.
All of a sudden from nowhere,
A mockingjay sings a melody
Of Katniss Everdeen.
Tag: corona virus
A sad melody hummed in the air
In the hopeful season of spring
The spirit of gaiety is locked away.
Self Isolation
The day was long and cold.
Not a soul to whisper a word or two.
“Oh how long will this go on?”
She sighed and complained
While absently stirring her pot of porridge.
A sneeze, a cough.
Rises panic in the air.
It’s not you,
A certain virus is to be blamed.
Nuraine Sadaf 