Pandemic Nonentity
Conversion of life to
vegetation wasn’t ceremonious.
It happened as a
normal Sun rise in March.
Wake up, feel ecstasy,
of nonentity.
Sweet liberty of
laziness.
My negation to
justice,
Made me a rock of
rigidness.
Existence of a plant.
No threats from time,
space and to do notes.
Movable, still
immovable.
Pleasure of pretext
is a mirth.
Miseries, demises all
around, rigid I remain.
Remembrance repeat, have
a job, not to do.
Taught with my
expertise,
to lifeless images of torsos in monitor.
Outside window humans
stare each,
and repeat infected
is the other.
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Mohan Kumaran P,
Collegepalli,
Post-Bolpur,
Dist. Birbhum, West
Bengal-731204.
Cell-+91
9474831475/8250611738
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