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.
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