Sunday 9 May 2021

Corona Doldrums

 The epigraph of my book of poems on the year 2020


Poetry

 

From time to time

I get the feeling

Helpless my

World’s a reeling,

The turbid clime gives

Stress undue,

But palliative poetry

Comes to the rescue.


Corona Doldrums by Anuradha Bhattacharyya


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