In Agony

In Agony

Bemoan I, lack of 
freedom to walk down
streets to gaze upon
golden shower trees
this summer season.

Lament I, lack of
freedom to welcome
my friends into my 
home, for an evening
of gossip and fun.

Mourn I, the lack of 
freedom for my kids
stuck they are, at home.
No friends, no swimming,
only online games.

Grieve I, the senseless
loss of lives, that were 
caused by callousness
and sheer carelessness
of imprudent fools.

Weep I, for those on 
the frontlines who fight 
not just the dreaded 
virus corona
but misled men too.


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