Amidst the glitzy party, I wallow in suffocation, Secluded in the bathroom – my apt accommodation.
The brunt of the aggressive landslide, The force of the impending tide, The magnitude of the fire’s blaze, The brutality of the thundering haze
Stress, fear, and uncertainty have flooded our minds this year. After seeing family struggle with illness, it has been hard to stay positive and find solace. Suddenly, our usual escapes - an episode of our favorite sitcom, dancing to some upbeat tunes, or indulging in gooey chocolate cake - could not whisk us away from our dread.
Five minutes ago, my son was relaxing like a king. Lounging away in baggy shorts and a scruffy t-shirt, he propped his legs up on the coffee table. In the past three hours, he merely moved two muscles – his eyes and a finger.
A nose drenched in beads of sweat, His face spirals into a crimson fret. The coffee he ordered lacks a tad bit of sugar, This trifling matter metamorphoses him into a cougar.
Lugged down by the weight of my drenched clothes, I garnered the strength of all of my muscles to heave myself onto the raft.
She lives in a dingy shack with scurrying rats, drab lighting, and sweltering heat. One million people are crammed into an area of 2 square kilometers, stuffed together like cotton in a pillow.
Creativity has blossomed in quarantine. Enjoy the creativity of a seven-year old, where innocence and enthusiasm make magic.