A beautiful and powerful ‘lockdown’ poem from Saarah Choudhury (Siem Reap)

They say it’s dead now, this ghost town,
Milkshake and coffee shop shut down.
Only police on foot patrol.
Webs of wyrdness in control,
But what to do? 
But what to do? 

Oh there are flowers in my lungs 
Waiting to greet you when you come, 
Hypnotic heavens set ablaze 
The day angels upon you gaze,
And I’m still into you. 
I’m still into you.

This world is bruised and bitter-sweet
Like dancing flowers on the beach,
Where we used to laugh and run.
Life outdoors was so much fun. 
We’d watch each sunrise anew, 
We’d watch each sunrise anew. 

Oh there are flowers in my lungs
Waiting to greet you when you come, 
Hypnotic heavens set ablaze 
The day angels upon you gaze,
And I’m still into you. 
I’m still into you.

There is no time like the past, 
Who thought good things would never last,
Remember when the pink moon rising
We watched without moralising?
Now my world is blue. 
Now my world is blue. 

Oh there are flowers in my lungs 
Waiting to greet you when you come, 
Hypnotic heavens set ablaze 
The day angels upon you gaze,
And I’m still into you. 
I’m still into you.

Birds under my window sing. 
We like to think nature’s breathing.
In this isolated madness,
They only add to all the sadness.
Each day’s so hard to get through,
So hard to get through.

Oh there are flowers in my lungs 
Waiting to greet you when you come, 
Hypnotic heavens set ablaze 
The day angels upon you gaze,
And I’m still into you. 
I’m still into you.

Now we’re all afraid to fly, 
Afraid to go on late night drives.
The streets are quiet anyway. 
Mantle of fear’s the mainstay 
Yet I cling to thoughts of you.
I cling to thoughts of you.

Oh there are flowers in my lungs 
Waiting to greet you when you come, 
Hypnotic heavens set ablaze 
The day angels upon you gaze,
And I wait for you.
And I wait for you.

Saarah Choudhury

Published poet

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