Tag: coronavirus poem

Quota of Grief

'What quota of grief is acceptable to reserve for yourself when your whole country burns, your whole country mourns?'

'How would it make me feel if I hadn't left my heart at the corner of the bed?'

'The times of corona are opening my eyes, it’s making me look for the meaning of life.'

'They exist in our midst, keep our cities going, yet are invisible.'

'The future once again, isn’t ours to see.'

A poem about the various kinds of lives in a city that can be affected by the coronavirus.

A poem on how coronavirus has affected the simple activities of humans.