Not a good time
to end our story;
empty slippers, t-shirts, and rooms
beckon me
and rewind
your journey
in decaying glory.
No more do I hear
your steps on the stairs.
Your coffee mug
in shock
awaits you like a rock.
Your presence here was nothing
but a selfish sojourn.
You couldn’t conquer the virus
and left me alone.
All your bogus claims
went with you:
your ability to catch a star, a moon,
and a planet too!
These photographs on our wall
have imprisoned us
and now there’s only me
with you long gone.
I wish you weren’t the one,
For Dr—, now it’s done.
Your martyrdom has taught me
to care less for one and all
for who are we
but impotent forces
hitting at and being hit by
this big, bluish green ball?
-Shambhavi Mishra
(Edited by Pallavi
Art curated by Anshika)
Amazing