Millions of people in my motherland India and around the world are grieving at this time. This poem is an attempt to give a voice to those who are putting up a brave front..
I hope you don’t ask me how I am doing these days
For if you do, you might set a fire ablaze
I look composed but every fiber of my being right now
Is stretched to the breaking point, I don’t know how
Much longer I can hold it together though
One word of concern, and tears would flow
Ask me my well-being, but know before you do
The floodgates might open, drowning me too
The sorrow, the anxiety, the tremendous fear around
I shove deep down repeatedly, silence their sounds
Yet the slightest twinge of emotion can sway
My forced stoicism, simply wash it away..
When you ask about my well-being, I shall do so too
I don’t know what emotions that might evoke for you…
Maybe you are as broken as I am inside
Maybe behind a masked facade you too hide..
When losses are mounting, perhaps we shall find
In shared grief, some succor for our minds..
Passion...unbridled 
Do you still have family there? The photos are awful. Another blogger said the news is downplaying it. I cannot imagine…
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Yes I do. It is bad, it spiraled out of control before people realized the virus was spreading again.
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This is so awful.
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