The Weak This Week

I slept, sat and stood alone to discover

That easy would have been to cover 

Then face the music and then recover 

Counting my breath, for life to rediscover 

I watch television after a long while

Dancing zombies & their fake smiles

Alien victors & loser voters they beguile 

Gasping hospi, helpless docs, IPL in style

I shut my eyes and yet could see 

Corona menace & Master on his knees

“Oh God”, I try to complain in despair

But end up weak, glad I was spared