Pandemic pains stored inside

All the pains

Accumulated in the

Voids, like the

Chits in a glass,

Aches

Bottled up

 Inside

The tender heart;

The memories that

Still haunt—

That familiar smile

Comforting voice

Warmth

— now, all lost to a cruel virus

That struck and killed mercilessly, everywhere,

Like a tyrant.

Wish some pains

Could fly away

Like the butterflies,

Rarely caught by the

Mischievous boys

For their table jars!

@Sunil Sharma

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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: http://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html For more details, please visit the website: https://sunil-sharma.com/

12 thoughts on “Pandemic pains stored inside

  1. Madhumathy

    The poem repeatedly reminds us of abysmal depth into which we have fallen because of this dreadful pandemic

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