As we stay in, shielded by our homes

From an enemy unseen and unfathomed,

Everywhere an uncertainty of an end,

Staying away, the only thing we can comprehend!

Maybe it’s a time to deeply reflect,

Conjure up that inner intellect.

What’ve we done to slow the world down?

Some take it with a laugh, some with a frown...

With many levels of isolation, some of us alone

Some of us with sickness to atone,

With the multitudes, in a fight with no weapons,

Waiting for a blessing from the heavens.

Some of us close to the family,

Embrace the situation with humility.

Togetherness never felt so close,

In the familial support, they find repose!

Some of us find solitude in a lockdown,

But some feel more like a breakdown.

So much has changed to what they revere

It’s the helplessness that drives fear.

Some have fear for their way of life,

Hunger seems to hit hard their plight,

How can they support a loved one,

When there is literally no work to be done.

Some in throngs of service and care,

Give the suffering treatment beyond compare,

What might be the plight of this sacrifice?

Is they neglect their own health and lives.

Some stay calm but others lash out,

Humanity suffers and yet speaks out!

Nature’s test to see how much we’ve evolved,

Are we to applaud or be appalled!

Stagnant but not yet still,

Doesn’t the room seem filled.

With the surroundings quite colourful

Nostalgic black and white pictures appear soulful!

Pickled jars in porcelain painted in the colour of mud,

Suddenly a green painted book falls in a thud.

Magazines strewn on the table in indignation,

Whilst the cushions lie squashed beyond recognition!

Dusty windows dirtied even more,

Reflect washed clothes plonked on the floor.

A burnt shaded corduroy jacket in the ubiquitous hangers,

Scratched wooden tables coloured in amber!

Spaces having no reason to be lonely...if not missed,

Forgotten leaves lie wind ripped.

Smoke smells suddenly aggravates the sense,

Dark soot colours the air very dense.

Outside orange hues descend upon the skies

With enveloping sounds of the seas.

Air laden with bird’s songs beckon us,

Emptiness around the trees almost threaten us!

Lonesome have become the streets,

With Interspersed empty spaces as activities cease!

Why aren’t there people outdoors?

Homes have now become their protective temple doors...

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Begging for more than those sanitised walls,

Utter disgust, the situation,the fall.

Outside window panes, it gleams

Curtains conceal any light beams.

Will the stay be long drawn or short,

Difficult to say, fear ensconced in every doubt,

The mattress to keep warm but yet cold

Not sure of what horror might unfold!

What is this dreary place, isolated,

Cause it feels dark and suffocated.

Treatment seems to be little or none

Waiting till a debatable cure comes!

A world caught up in a single problem

Yes, I’m fighting yet not forgiven.

No matter how much aid is succoured,

Not pain but loneliness makes me suffer.

Strange metal instruments feel vain,

A mask makes me want to complain.

No matter how much you detest or fight,

The Uncertainty breaks all our might!

Every movement is seemingly onerous,

A breath, a gasp, very arduous.

Like drowning in the water depths,

An extraordinary weakness smells of death.