Mornings are spent,
sitting by the window,
listening to the birds sing,
there is silence everywhere,
not a sound of the wind,
everything has come to a stand still.
I think about day,
what will it be,
there is nothing new happening around. '
Ten days now,
I sit behind the window grill,
waiting for the virus to disappear.
Its not easy,
stopping the globe,
when there are many things pending,
there is considerable ambiguity
about what to expect tomorrow,
we have no choice
but to be locked down
till it s safe to stretch again....
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