By
Tejal Bagwe in
Poetry |
Reads: 410 |
Likes: 2
This lockdown has been nothing but
A trade of despair, an unplanned warfare.
A game of politics and a fight between religion,
A treat for the rich and suffering for the poor.
A new day begins with a sad news everyday,
Hearts aching from the deaths that have come.
Working from home and online lecture Read More...
Published on May 18,2020 12:00 PM
It was a regular day. I was on my way back home, the evening crowd and mutters echoed around. It was 6:15 in the evening and still ten minutes to my stop when I saw an old notebook lying on the metro seat opposite of me. I waited to see if someone picked it up but no one seemed to care. The last sta Read More...
Published on Apr 21,2020 07:10 PM
By
Tejal Bagwe in
Poetry |
Reads: 436 |
Likes: 3
Imagine us,
Lying in the meadow,Holding hands; Under the sky,
You say wonderful things to me; I will be coy about it,
You make stupid jokes; I'll laugh on it,
Dreaming about our future and kissing the hell out of each other.
Imagine,
This to be a happy ending of our incomplete story,
If you and I be Read More...
Published on Apr 9,2020 12:24 PM
