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.
Copyright © Varghese Kuncheria | Year Posted 2020
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