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Apr 2020
Life sways in gasps
a breath struggles
over sagging phone waves.
The words I send trip
the line stretching two ends
swinging high above the valley.
I speak floating in clouds
the voice rebounds
over quivering cable
wait, let me die,
'Don't disconnect.'

'Don't disconnect' - last words on an Italian youth to his beloved.


CoVid times - 17
Written by
Rajinder  M/Gurgaon India
(M/Gurgaon India)   
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