The Lockdown
Who knew a day would dawn
And bring life to a grinding halt!
Busy days are all gone,
Yet we are captive in our vault.
Streets are desolate and dark,
Barring the patrolling police;
Stealthily leaving its mark,
Is a novel viral disease.
As fear of death looms large,
Shut are malls and the rest;
While hospitals, those in-charge
Bravely try their best.
Monday blues are no more,
Work from home is a trend;
A hundred cures, we explore,
Wonder what will put an end!
Few rekindle hobbies lost,
Some are funding a cause;
Cleaner air is here at a cost,
Life is no longer as it was.
Hungry, helpless, the poor weep,
Washing away their smiles;
Peacefully we fall asleep,
While the migrants walk miles!
Set aside religion and race,
Social distancing is the key;
Help curb this menace,
Covidiots let us not be!
Remember this crisis we fought,
In every village, every town;
Cherish the lessons it taught,
For life beyond the lockdown.
Copyright © Shruti Prabhu | Year Posted 2020
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