This pandemic, placed me into a cell.
Which I cannot even yell
Though, things are falling apart.
There is a wonderful part
Which comes into my senses
I can smell a squared love
A love, that was born in this cell
My heart was beating for that person
My heart was jailed by her name.
Her name, is a music to my Earth.
Her voice, is a water to my barren land.
Her presence is a cure to my badly ill soul.
I feel that it must be a squared love
Everything is paired with love
Everything is fair of acceptance and belongingness
My long lost wish,
Which this pandemic has solved
A squared love.
Which I can yell even if I am jailed at this cell.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
