Pandemic Love
— by Isha Damani
My love for you has become diseased,
It finds no cure.
Months together have passed this way,
It finds no outlet,
It finds no door.
I, wandering aimless after years of toil,
To keep alive a dying relation,
As if sheltering a flickering light.
My life you resemble the pandemic,
Me alone fighting against your tides.
This emotional fight with the self continues,
The hope within suffocated as a caged bird,
Flaps its wings to fly,
Attempting to soar high in the blue sky.
My love I had cried to be one with you,
To patch up our shattered parts.
Finding you diseased,
I thought to get rid of my infected parts.
My love I equate you to the pandemic,
Waiting to be healed,
Waiting to be cured,
Struggling to shed away your toxic parts.
Soon the world will cleanse itself of the pandemic,
My heart too will liberate itself of its agonizing parts.
Isha Damani hails from Raniganj, West Bengal. She is working as a post graduate teacher in a CBSE school. Her passion is writing.
She recited this poem in the HydRAW event “Soul of Poetry & Poetry of Soul” on the 14th of Feb. 2021.
