each day a prelude closer to face of death
some escaped, some were caught unawares.
It sprang upon us in myriads of ways
sneaking around the corner waiting with bated breath
deluding humans of the untaught art of breathing.
Patients lie helpless on bed, tubes and pipes strapped
Every time the visual props on television
My heart breaks into million pieces.
My scattered pieces can still be gathered and joined
What about of those
who lost their loved ones struggling to breathe.
Fragmented units of families who lost their solitary bread earner
moist flakes of old parents whose only child is buried
tattered shreds of the abandoned spouse who has to relearn to live.
They all scrape each corner of their heart
for any memories of their left breath
their only solace to survive on this lonely planet.
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