The Pandemic rages on . . .
Every day is the same.
It is hard waking up,
Harder falling asleep.
Someone said,
In difficult times,
You move forward in small steps.
I slow down my pace.
Do stuff nevertheless.
Everything I have always done–
Just try harder, with some self-praise,
And lots of thoughts of happier days.
Then finally as I start to move ahead,
The phone rings–someone close is dead.
Nandita Author 