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To Isolation

To Isolation By Joji Varghese Kuncheria Though I am self quarantined now for weeks, Through the glass window pane facing the east, I can see the red-orange globe arise, Between the two sky scrappers opposite. I keep busy and spend time relaxing, On the easy chair on the other side, To see the reddish-orange sun setting, I'm not isolated where I abide. Back in my bedroom, I see the white globe, High above on the other horizon, Keeping me alive in the frontal lobe, The moon moving snail-paced, unlike the sun. Though the sun has gone down saying goodbye, The bright moon has elated me sky high.                     *******

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