Time expires.
Never again will things
Be the same again.
O, can no one save,
Our world from the Virus?

 

A prison wall is around
My home.
The prison is not hideous.
I do not wear prison clothes.
No spot of ground is
Undecorated.
The prison-air is pristine.
Yet! I am a prisoner.

 

From my balcony,
By the sea;
Except in the waters,
There is no flurry of activity.
There is one ill-fated
Cruise ship come so far,
From where?
She is a ship no more,
Fettered to the ocean.

 

Time expires.
Never again will things
Be the same again.
O, can no one save,
Our world from the Virus?

 

Mumbai
24th April 2020

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

(From Lockdown Collection)