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Simran Gangaramani

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Simran Gangaramani

Abstract


The Clasp Of Misery

The Clasp Of Misery

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No fresh air to breathe,

Nature is not ready to clasp me,

Dearth, fear, suppressed joy,

That is what I see.


The lockdown days seem to keep extending,

Scarcity helps people suck,

misery, sorrow and loses,

And my tears get welled up………….


Biting the bullet for the economic crisis

The only increase is in the prices.

Stay home! Stay safe!

It is the only slogan I get to hear.

Doctors, army, cops at the forefront

Who is going to save them, dear?


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