2nd Day of Lockdown

2nd day of lockdown 
I woke up early in the morning 
Stepped forward to kitchen 
Made tea for myself and her
I poured it into two mugs and
Returned to bedroom. 
Fake smile on fake face
'Do you want tea' i asked  with courage 
She accepted it without uttering a word 
After tea i collected the pots. 
Where are you going? She inquired 
'Wash ' i replied 
'It is better to leave them here,' she  said .
I can do better this time, i replied. 

Without hearing more words 
I came towards the wash basins 
I rounded my lips to whistle 
Started my new task to wash pots
First Chinese mug i washed carefully 
When the second mug was in my hands 
I listened unpleasant sound in both mind and hands. 
It got fracture that changed  my whistling tune .
I listened that Chinese items not live long 
But damn covid proved it wrong. 

I stepped forward to doors 
Opened it and shocked to see city blank
A cop was on lockdown's duty
They gifted hard  who broke lockdown 
I saw it on tv yesterday. 
Human nature behave strange 
I felt it that day
When i saw a cop on honest duty. 
I shut the doors again
Put on hand made mask 
Opened the doors
Slowly slowly i moved towards  the dustbin across the road 
I dropped broken mug into the bin
I ran towards the doors for heroic win
Had a long breath of relax to make  relax. 

After that  i took healthy lunch
Watched movies suggested by Mr. Dev 
Took a nap in noon to make me cool 
But my misfortune never leaves my hands
It was 4'o clock, time to take tea
But regret this was not for me. 
Where is tea mug? ,she asked 
 In kitchen, i replied 
'I can't find it here, ' she said.
I found one cup where is second?

Meanwhile i thought a plan to avoid crisis 
Oh! That's, I replied 
Mrs. Sharma needs some milk this noon,  i replied 
'Who is she?, She inquired 
Slim ,tall and charming lady of our society .
'You should keep distance from her,' plain ordered 
Why?, dear 
Don't poke your nose in this matter, she screamed 
High society lady made him nervous 
I hated most the lady in this society, she screamed 

Do you know when you appreciated me last
I was speechless and felt nervous there 
Do you hear me, she screamed 
Mistake to praise the lady, made me culprit 
I put on slippers to go out for peace 
Opened doors and saw the cop on duty
Shut it hard and murmured in lips 
'What the hell is going on in lockdown '
Neither can stay in nor can go out.

'Don't ask about my dinner of that night 
Wise readers can tell me right now 
Could i deserve dinner that night?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Allison Avatar
January 31, 2022 at 3:57 PM
what fabulous detail in your story, many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx
Jangid Avatar
January 31, 2022 at 4:56 PM
Heartily thanks Jan Allison for your kindness. Have a great day dear
Deo Avatar
April 29, 2020 at 4:48 AM
U are interested in writing; you have passion, too. Yes, do NOT STOP or anyone. When we are old, we can still enjoy writing, sharing ... In USA, I did free readings and workshops for old age homes/RESIDENTS there. It makes a person feel it is karma yoga, or seva. Hariom Tat Sat, shubharaatri. Jai Ho!
Deo Avatar
April 28, 2020 at 11:11 AM
Arjun Bhai, you are ready for Bollywood! Mun=barak ho ... this is quite a series. A few "Indian expressions" may confused readers. The cops "gifted" violators means they were TICKETED. Otherwise, we may think its Christmas or Indian Xmas fr gifts. (Use SLIPPERS, not "sleepers, when u go out - of course, U are neither in nor out (since U & slim, "[high] society lady" made Bhabhi is upset)
Jangid Avatar
April 28, 2020 at 11:31 AM
It is night in India, good night Bro. Thanks for correction, mistake occurs due to not check spelling .I write on mobile when i starts to write words there are some possible words i clicked on it.After complete poem i don't check it at once. So it happens again and again. The cop is used for a cop (police man) who met earlier. Iam not a good poet like you. I hope i shall get your love and suggestions always. Heartily Thanks I write an acrostic poem for you.is it ok?
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