By Pranjulaa Singh
At the tap of a finger, I have my friends.
One swipe could make a stranger a trend.
A race to see the most beautiful things.
A race to be on top of every errand.
Get active on linkedin,
Post tantalising pictures of food on instagram.
Click, click, click!
The time runs out.
They congratulate on good occasions.
Friends and family would call on birthdays and some random seasons.
Closed behind empty minds,
These walls stare at my bare behind.
A hug, a touch, a curse that has become.
I can feel the virus in my veins.
It’s loneliness that I will die from,
Before I die from climate change.
Pranjulaa Singh has an Msc in Creative Industries Management, from Birkbeck, University of London (2015). Her poems have been published in Poetry Nature, Poets India, Image Curve and Nocturne Journal, amongst others. One of her poems, based on a painting, won the first prize for the Arts Illustrated poetry writing contest. She has also authored an audio book, “Short and Sweet Story”, which is on Storytel, and has published her first collection of 23 positive poems in “Sparkle: Life is Poetry, a book of positive poetry”, on Kindle Amazon and a second poetry book, “Romance with Lock Down” across digital channels and is available for print by order. When she is not writing, she connects the worlds of art and management at www.PranjalArts.com
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