This chaos, my dear, leads
to tumult
Of the churning mind on soft
pillow
Pulling all images to smack
With just a gust of strange bang
Of the virus that impelled
the mankind
To play hide and seek.
Humans are hidden in their
dens
Day and night
Night and day
Peeping out of the windows
to behold
The rising and falling of
the sun
And the hottest blow of arid
air
That squeezes out the saved oomph
That once propelled to lurk
Amidst the meandering rills.
Patient less oozing tarnishes
the inner force
Day by day & night by
night
In the gully of the lone
balcony.
Unspoken tales are mimicked
and forlorn
On the concrete terrace by
the evening
With no evidence of smile.
We wait day long for the
evening to fall
To babble to some known
faces
About the battle we overcome
oft
Fighting with the rumble of
exult.
This day shall pass, my dear,
With a bash of bliss waiting
ahead
To have a giant leap in the
annals
Of humanity we ever love to
rejoice.
©Composed
by M K Mishra
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