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Twisha Ray

Drama Tragedy Fantasy

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Twisha Ray

Drama Tragedy Fantasy

Corona

Corona

1 min
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Because of the Corona Virus Disease - 2019,

Everyone is advised to wear a mask.

But I have a question to ask.

Don't people inhale small particles from the mask,

That might affect their lungs in the long run?Many sleepless nights ago

I dreamt of a cabin covered in snow.

Within its walls, I felt warm, secure.

What I’d find through its window would prove me unsure.


As colors danced throughout the room,

Chords of felicity soon did bloom.

The jubilee bellowed; it spread like fire.

The world through the window sat sundered like pyre.


I indulged in libations; I jabbered and crooned.

The night came and went like a bursting balloon.

Whirling in circles, we all shared a melody.

Outside, I caught glimpses of gray eventuality.


For a moment, I wondered, if time were to stop, like a bludgeoning hand to a spinning top...

Would they notice it too? Would they see there’s no door?

The window began to drip onto the floor.


The hues collapsed; the music recoiled.

Our dancing fell flat, drab and spoilt.

As the room melted hauntingly, I froze in place.

I awoke from the dream—from the window’s embrace.


This was many nights ago.

I’ve tried to forget; I’ve tried to let go.

I can still see their faces, grimaced and crass—

Reflected in fractures upon colorless glass

I'm more scared of mask aftereffects,

Than mere kung-flu.

My nostrils need to breathe free.


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