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Vaccination Drive

'Did you get your first dose?
Have you received your first jab?
Did you get your registration done?
Have you been injected?'
have become the common sentences of everyday greetings.

How to get registered?
How to book a slot ?
Was something really difficult to find.
For those who are able to manage that it's fine.
But tragedy is for people like mine.

It's second year in fear since deadly virus is everywhere in the air.
That's the reason why
Everyone wants to try that pricking sensation on top of their arms.
Filled with the elixir from a glass voil.

 The World seemed heavenly few months behind
Since there were three more years left for me to be forty five.
But on April 1, l realised to think that way l was the real April fool.
I am sure you want to know 'how?'
Since vaccination was open but only for those who were forty five and above.

Here l must point that l know a few
Who were surprisingly  from just plus thirty five suddenly turned out to be forty five.
Day was sunny and fine when at my workplace there was a vaccination drive.
I saw a gleam
When we were informed that we could be volunteer for a jab as if we were getting free of cost a golden cap.
Alas! All those below forty five were told to head back as per govt.,for us there were no extra jabs.

Then guess what from April 28,
There was end of our wait.
Now vaccination was allowed for  eighteen plus crowd.
But oh! my God before for vaccination centre l could head.
Virus had crept into my poor, nice house and in our abode we had to hide like mice.

Gradually l was free from shackles and was informed by a well wisher, an angel
That l should rush opposite my house to the New Bus Stand,
Of course, not to board a bus but because there was a camp of that much needed jab.
Thrice l tried hard to find if l could get one
as if it was the sweetest dish.
But, as it is said nothing works as per our wish.
I was told with due respect that that drive was exclusively for those who deal in transport.

Well  about that what could be done?
The following day, l had one more race to run.
This time venue was the reputed Punjab National bank where there was another chance.
Of course, l am not talking about getting the crispy currency notes.
At the PNB Covishield was available but here also my luck was not in favour as it was only for PNB employees not for any random middle aged female.

Somehow, l didn't stop and by the time l learnt how to book a slot ,
I was told that registration can now be done on the spot.
I feel though my many efforts have failed ,
I still stand a chance i.e.may be with the teens below eighteen ,
I will also win two jabs either of Sputnik, Covishield or our own  lndian brand Covaxin.









Comments

  1. Very nice 🤣 funny but problems are practical 👏😢

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  2. Don't worry you will get a jab 😂

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  3. सब्र रखो 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

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  4. Ur struggle was real mam... 😅👀

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  5. Every one's story is being covered in this poem mam , too difficult to book a slot, at 4 pm on portal I saw vaccine doses are going out of stock. True words...👌👌👌👌

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  6. Mam, as always, perfect poem depicting the current situation👏🏻👏🏻

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  7. Desperacy in present day situation depicted in cute, innocent humour ous way. Many of us face the same and feel the same.Liked your poem a lot.

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  8. Wonderfully penned down.. truly & humorously depicting the current scenario
    Loved it !!

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  9. Wow 😳 amazing as always 😎👌

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  10. Ur struggle was real mam... 😅👀

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  11. 😢don't worry mam you will get one 🤣

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  12. Finally u managed covishield . Great

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  13. So skillfully you explained the problems Mam ,though witty yet so true in present scenario .

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