PoetrySad Poems

What Next?

Unrelenting efforts disappointed.
Sense of an auspicious lost.
The world cries blood
As the numbers of death still counts.

Nations are defeated,
Science still trying.
The news still scaring
That I asked myself,
“What next?”

We now live in abstraction
Hands can’t touch
Buckets of water and soup,
Is always beside our bed
While sanitizer is in our pocket .

Through my window,
I see rains of tears.
But can’t go out
Because of lockdown.

“What next?
Is always on my lips.
Now my tears are dried up
From my checks,
Though I still want to cry.

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