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Day 4: Normalcy

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Today's prompt: The Forgotten City – Poem about a place in Singapore that no longer exists

This is a hard prompt because I haven't stayed in Singapore long enough to know what no longer exists, so feeling a bit lost here. The only thing I know that no longer exists thanks to the lockdown is my daily trip to the office. So, at the cost of ruining this prompt entirely, that's what I will write about. And also, decided to try out limerick style, because why not ruin a ruined poem even more.


Days like these make me think of deep stuff
Like how normalcy is not rated highly enough,
I miss silly things like catching bus number 36,
Watching hoards of people rushing for their daily office fix,
Back in the day, when getting a cab without a surge was tough.

When standing in queue for lunch was a complain,
And not finding a table without chope was our idea of big pain,
What I would do to get back to those days,
I promise, I won't complain, I'll mend my ways.
Just somehow get through this, keep me sane.

#sorry #badpoetry #limerick


Written for: Singapore Poetry Writing Month is an annual event in April, where a prompt is released every day and people write and share their poems based on the prompts.
 

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  1. CRDMonday, April 06, 2020

    Preeti Preeti....how have you been?

    Limerick nahi hai. Just a general question :p

    Interesting to see you take a poetry challenge. I don't recollect you doing poetry before.

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    1. PreetiWednesday, April 08, 2020

      Hey CRD! I am good, how are you? I did poetry last year too! Kabhi kabhi bukhaar chadta hai! :D

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