Collaboration Poem: A Quarantine Letter

From

The collaborators of this poem,

@Various_Handles,

in Instagram,

on the World Wide Web,

I.P: 108.11.0.1 (obviously imaginary)

Date - 23rd July 2020

Maitreyi K

@maitreyi_parinaama

in Instagram,

on the World Wide Web,

I.P: 111.11.0..1 (not really)

Through

A Post

Hi maitreyi_parinaama👋,

How are you dealing with 2020, so far?

Working all night, sleeping all day,

Missing those idiots who make me laugh,

Spending the days that never return,

I feel so dumb right now

6 words are not enough

To explain this madness!

Chores, Rationing, Fear!

My daughter, Family, Frustration!

I do hope that you make

Your quarantine insanely productive.

Yours truly

(with a mask)

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