Post Corona

There was a time Pre Corona And there is the present time of Corona I wonder if there would ever be any time Post Corona It seems like it's been ages we went out for fresh air It's guarded by the Mask That smell of wet earth, that rose, that lily That citrus tree with smooth shiny coat The mask has put a barrier on all Lest we should fall in trap That sea beach, that discotheque, That never ending road All are deserted and desolate The night curfew and Lockdown have limited us Lest we should fall in trap That happiness we were used to That 'carefree'ness which was real Is now synonymous to being cautious And celebrations which are virtual All this has saved us Lest we should fall in trap Little do we realize We have fallen into 'The Trap'.