Whatsapp groups talk about friends, relatives struggling to breathe in hospitals or those who’ve moved beyond He flicks channels once again only to get on another- flashing Covid updates He slips deeper into depression… He accuses others of being insensitive while imagining who would miss him If he is no more… It hurts - to get real It hurts to know one is a pawn In the larger scheme of things… Pawns unaware of hands that control -they also don’t know controls reside In minds which decide to move or stay put..
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Excellent Reena, so well written!
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Thank you, Rob!
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Thank you, Helen!
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This is a wonderfully wise poem …. beautifully penned.
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I think we are all waiting… and we are blessed compared with how it is in India right now… I have many friends being home sick…
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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one very reel poem about how we all feel right now
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Thank you so much!
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Methinks we are all pawns unaware! This was evocative.
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Thank you, Beverly!
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pain is real as we feel
relief
grief
and joy
girl and boy
yo so i know
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I love the line “Pawns unaware of hands that control”! Really enjoyed reading this piece!
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Thank you so much, Evan!
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Thank you, Reena, for capturing this terrifying situation. I like the way you played with the meaning of ‘control’ and ‘remote control:’ the situation is being controlled remotely, both by those in charge, and those who are only in charge of their own actions.
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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