Sunday poem By Namita Rani Panda

Love in the Time of Corona

Touch me not dear For I can no longer blush in shy Rather out of fear I’ll surely die

No more hugs dear For in between love and life I do prefer the latter

Let’s live like strangers Without pretention You in your home and I mine In complete isolation

In the kingdom of Corona Death reigns Doubt dictates with unchallengeable claims Here a touch, once heart-warming, kills A hug, once highly solacing, is a curse

So, let’s look at each other from a safe distance With masked faces and gloved hands No need to sit closer under the elms And the star-studded sky No need to paddle in the surfy shore of an azure ocean Hand in hand

Let’s live like strangers again But if we chance to meet In an unknown street Will you mind throwing a smiling glance From a safe distance?

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