Hareem Fatima Shakoor
Pandemic
Life all at once, came to a standstill
And we got stripped of our free will
Suits and ties have gathered dust
The frantic, corporate world went bust
The silence louder than ever before
Eerie, haunting, like a state of war
Forced to reflect on our priorities
Infinitesimal virus exerted authority
Colors, classes and all creeds
As it turns out, had the same needs
A powerful indication by God
Mighty or meager, we’re peas in a pod
—Submitted on 04/25/2020
Hareem Fatima Shakoor writes: I’m a doctor from Pakistan. I am currently in the UK, where I originally came for the purpose of postgraduate examinations, but unfortunately got stranded due to the terrible situation. With the airspace closed, and having no way of going back, I felt badly stuck, lost and isolated.
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