The Fool

Self-isolation

Let’s have some social distances

I always wanted this

“I don’t understand how your lungs work?”

Breathing in the asphalt air

We dance in emptied hallways.

How fragile it is to live.

Put on your white mask, protect yourself.

I never wanted anything from you.

And you treated me like this even before I was infected.

This solitary room of mine is the only thing that gives me comfort.

I will be buried in books and even they won’t mourn me.

(c) A.R. Minhas 2020

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