The Teenager's Talk
The poem in a nutshell Corona's ruthlessness has been depicted in this poem that even a little teenager, who is about to flourish, cannot get rid of it. The poem -- "The Teenager's Talk" Will it kill us all, Mum? You say, one gets the sum Of one's deeds -- all of them; Now it doesn't seem the same. I've just stepped at thirteen; Won't I too be spared by COVID-19? I wish to meet more people; I wish to soar on the ripple Of my fantastic land, Holding your and Dad's hand. Corpses on corpses are getting piled; I don't want to be exiled, Mum, don't want to be exiled. You say, I'll be a big man, An honorable and pure man; I need to grow up With your club. Won't this virus let me go? Can't I fulfill my dreams and grow? Please, don't you cry, Mum; I'm ready to get my sum. The keywords to the entire poem Poem, teenager's talk, mum, one ge