Poems by
Clelia P R

Like to be Sad

a poem by Clelia P R

I would like to be sad
To see people die of the pandemic.
Dreams, hopes all gone
All of a sudden
People cannot die with peace as they handover
Death to their dears.
Oh! Mighty Death ,
Let people die with peace.
Let everyone die without being the destroyer of their families.
People here, there, everywhere
Are scared
If they are not
They will.
People sleep open eyed
As they wait for eternal sleep
Creeping bitterness
Kills all sweetness
As seasons change
This season of death may or will change.

(Dedicated to the bitterness of the people who died due to Covid 19)