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Writer's pictureJungil Lai M. Libong

A Camouflaged Benison

An ambience of normalcy dominated the translucent sky

Released a fathomless blissful sigh

Streets were satiated with laughter

Smiling faces found here, there, and everywhere

People were facing the typical day they all thought to be

Nescient about the imminent repercussion still


Behold, an earth-shattering news dissipate

Unleashed was an inconspicuous parasite

The silent enemy then pave a way for the birth of ostracization

Which engenders a queer routine

For each individual was living in fear

It was the first episode of “Could You Imagine Corona Coming Here?”


Incarcerated in a familiar quod

All felt like a prisoner with no crime committed

Breathing with agitation

Hopes went downhill alongside with heftiness in every motion

Everything happens for a reason, they say

Is this the new normal we must undergo to pay?


In cahoots with pessimism, animosity filled the void

Upon setting foot into a life-altering threshold

We continue to go with the flow

While in the job of making oneself glow

I asked, “how much is the salary?”

“Your recuperated soul, it will be more powerful than before,” fate countered


This is just a chapter from the novel of life

You zero in on the conflict yet have you ever glimpsed on the other side?

Instead of trying to unravel the mystery

Decipher the code by being the key

Avert staying in the realm of sixes and sevens

And seek for a beacon amidst murkiness


The new normal phase we all used to abhor

Is actually a domain where opportunities pour

Chances to ameliorate the fiend’s own luck; To revamp thy mortal coil

Until no sight of footprints left by turmoil

Forsooth, this page is an epoch of one’s existence

A blessing in disguise


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