A Day in the Life, COVID Edition

A Day in the Life, COVID Edition

Written by Apoorva Dixit


The week ended again

And the daily tally is getting worse.

The mere statistics,

Is somebody’s family.

And my heart chokes to even think of

How many of them have become 

motherless or fatherless or maybe both

And how many have lost this battle. 

“Plasma donors needed”, “urgent oxygen required”

My heart breaks every time,

When the phone rings, a child-like hope emerges that 

It is no more the news of the devastation

Because I am tired of listening 

And witnessing the despair.

The nights are full of grief

Which the heart buries every morning.

I can no more write about the romantic rains and rainbows,

Because all I have to offer now is black and white.

Life is just a game of binary and we are stuck in the game of lost and saved.

It’s going to be another day again but the gloom is even bigger this time,

Watching the tiredness and helplessness.

Losing the power to even bid a farewell 

To all those we loved.

I don’t get nightmares anymore

Because I suffer from sleeplessness,

The last thing I saw before going to bed

Was a 22-year-old son begging for oxygen

So that his mom stops gasping.

The last sound I heard was 

The whining of a women

Who lost her only one in the world.

So I get up at 3 AM,

And try to amplify resources. 

I get up with a brave heart,

And a smile on my face,

Get ready to help,

To make an effort to save ones who are left

Hoping that maybe one day, one fine day

This will all end, and we will have happy weekends.

And maybe one fine day,

This war will come to an end.

Sadly, we aren’t in this together yet, 

We are in the same waters

But not the same boat.


Apoorva Dixit
Apoorva Dixit

Apoorva writes movies and book reviews, poetry that makes you emotional, and her thoughts on society. 

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