Irritated by a stubborn cough,
I woke up in the middle of the night
the independent me, armed for a treasure hunt in the cluttered medicine chest.
Multivitamins, Vicks, painkillers smiled and waved at me
Like strangers we meet on the street,
while we search instead for a friend
who could soothe our heart’s unrest.
My cough started beating drums in the stillness around me
I admitted I need help: But from whom and where
Scrolling up and down, I finally stumbled upon a reliable one:
The Covid discovered Companion of Ours..
Spreading happiness every day, bright and yellow.. a colour for my heart beats
Eight minutes it promised; for my midnight saviour to arrive..
Twenty minutes passed: my heart sank, my throat burned
At 02 in the night I opened the door in an attire fit to scare the wandering spirits
Found him there all drenched with a packet torn and kept close to his heart
Whispering my gratitude: blaming the power cut, I told him he could have left
Expected him to worry about the rating, but his reply tightened my fist
In a trembling voice, he confessed
how he lost his 04 year old, at 02 in the night
Because he didn't have what he required in the medicine chest
In a blink, he left me with his life story,
a strip of tablets for my sore throat,
and a weight on my heart, no medicine could heal
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