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That's Just How Some Things Are

Mar 4, 2023
2 min read

By Sayoni Sengupta


It’s been 2 years ever since the pandemic started,

With everyone locked in and families disrupted.

Emotions and people are represented with numbers,

Statistics and news are now more familiar.

Days are passing with the blares of the ambulance,

Their numbers and frequencies are defining the maintenance.

Hospitals and caregivers have regained new confidence,

The government and countries applaud their services.

1st wave, 2nd wave, and omicron went by,

Schools and colleges remain shut all the while.

Zoom, WebEx, and Teams now rules the phase,

WFH and online classes have reached all over the place.

Air pods and smartphones are now the new toys,

Swings and footballs are no longer enjoyed.

Anniversaries and birthdays have now become virtual,

Guest lists and dinner parties were reduced to a minimal.

Hospitals, remdesivir, and patients are now the topics,

Grabbing newspaper headlines and social media graphics.

The phase was tough and distraught indeed,




Loved ones were lost for the families who grieved.

But we must also remember the lessons it taught,

The power of self-reliance and independence it brought.

Brooming and cooking had become normal for all,

People or society no longer was called.

The housekeepers and cooks rested their ways,

While the masters of the house mended their hay.

New recipes and cleaning memes had become so popular,

We learned to balance work, with daily chores becoming regular.

Dalgona coffee and cupcakes ruled the sites,

With social networking going for new hikes.

Reels, Snapchat, and Netflix were our friends,

OTT platforms and web series served us the best.

Things have changed and so has the world,

Life outdoor now seems precious with green leaves that curled.

We must respect and acknowledge whom we care,

Pandemic is temporary but people are still scared.

Believe and trust is the golden rules to follow,

Time is the only weapon that can heal our sorrows.

Things cannot be brought back or changed forever,

We must accept these changes because

That’s just how some things are.


By Sayoni Sengupta







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