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Misery
I close my eyes in my self-isolation from Corona,
And I remember my late Grandfather,
I remember him telling me his story of migration from Rawalpindi to a small town in Punjab during Partition,
I want to imagine his loss,
But I cannot.
Then, I think about the lives of Refugees in makeshift camps,
I want to imagine their loss,
But I cannot.
I feel there is a big hole inside my heart,
It gets bigger each time I think about someone's loss,
Those without homes to live in, and without food to eat.
I open my eyes,
But, I cannot go back to sleep again.
#Isolation
And I remember my late Grandfather,
I remember him telling me his story of migration from Rawalpindi to a small town in Punjab during Partition,
I want to imagine his loss,
But I cannot.
Then, I think about the lives of Refugees in makeshift camps,
I want to imagine their loss,
But I cannot.
I feel there is a big hole inside my heart,
It gets bigger each time I think about someone's loss,
Those without homes to live in, and without food to eat.
I open my eyes,
But, I cannot go back to sleep again.
#Isolation
