A poem: Separation
Separation It is hard to find you. The sky is collapsing. I want to warn you. But, you can’t hear me — because, the world has already collapsed on you three times last week. When I travel to meet you, I cannot find your road. When you travel to meet me, there are men with masks who steal you away. Or, maybe, the men in masks are not there this time. Yet, the difference in our economies makes it…















