April 11 TSL's Napowrimo Prompt Roseate Sonnet by Rohini John on Lives Lost during Lockdown

 April 11th NAPOWRIO TSL Prompt by Rohini John Lives Lost in Lockdown (A Roseate Sonnet)

That day he came up, my friend, up the stairs

I went out of my room to meet him at once

She is gone, he said. We hugged

We wept. His mother, afar. Exile burns.

Nuzha too died here of Covid. Just a few days before

She was a colleague

Then she was no more

Another one gone to lockdown days and death's league

Two days back my friend messaged me

John Evans was gone. Only fifty-seven. Three

Roses who passed away in this strange hiatus

One, the last, an old classmate, whom I last in his house met

Some years back, when his mother was alive yet

Eaves of life and death. These day's vagitus.