Monday, July 26, 2021

Time, the virus

Time is the virus

All rank-n- file it corrupts. 

Despite such witchery

A grieving heart in tears erupts.

Each loss is atrocious

Every sob obnoxious

But, oh, the loss of a parent

Sole of its kind, is a pain ever insurgent.

On the occasion of Aai's fourth mensual anniversary,

pratima@ less is more!

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