The bright red flames tirelessly burning
seeking no respite.
Melting chimneys, spewing grey colour,
mangled with loss and pain.
The twin colours of black and white fungus,
disrobing an eye somewhere and a limb elsewhere
still racing an incessant marathon.
Reluctant eyes stare at sandalwood tinged horizontal sights
filling public spaces,
Vertical lines; clustered in frustrated indoor stretches
on unrested black and white tiles.
Tender eyes eagerly awaiting
to gaze at blue and white uniforms.
Rainbow visible at best in moist cupboards,
Sleek cars solitarily cruise patients in blue-green scrubs
returning with one or two less.
A nation with vibrant hues and festivals
replaced by numbers dying and numbers positive.
The red virus drenching us all in a kaleidoscope
of agony, isolation, anguish and despair.
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