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PERSPECTIVE

You see blue unblemished skies

I see streaks 1of blood marring it

You breathe pure air tinged with the fragrance of jasmine

I inhale the odor of putrid bodies left in open graves

You hear the soothing melody of some nameless bird

I hear the heart wrenching weeping of  inconsolable  orphans

We have woken up to a world

So different from yesterday’s

So different from each other’s

(Written on hearing the news of death of my friend’s husband to COVID)

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