Someone’s tip just touched my finger and I fear that I’ve sinned.
I wanna bury myself under a blanket before they do so under the land,
All that’s around me is sad.
The clouds, the moon, the trees and man
We now fear the dear
For I have a family to protect.
In this chaos I am looking out through the window for the sanitizers
to fight my war and the mask to block my enemies.
Will I make it to the end?
Or is this my end.
Kirthika Suresh, Fashion designer and Journalist.