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The virus will, sooner or later, play itself out
We repeat that, in spite of that nagging doubt.
In the meantime, it will take some of us along
Whether or not we have done anything wrong.
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The game of life has ever played out like that
Sickness will always pick some out of the hat.
This present strain is blind, and is hungry too.
Social gap, washing hands, all that we can do.
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And who is that, who hides behind a mask?
Halt, who goes there? I cannot help but ask.
Mustn’t wait here, for one approaches near
Scramble for a distance that’s born of fear.
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The closer it comes to us, the further we go
From each other, why must it estrange so?
Perhaps it wants to tell us we are all alone
And all we shall ever have is one to mourn.
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We must think, know how to cut our losses
Perform that needful, and hold our horses
Hope it is just a visitor, it will not long stay.
When it has stirred our souls, will go away.
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Somebody recently said that Felix is my pet
That’s because she hadn’t met the beagle yet.
Or else, she surely would have clearly seen
How badly mistaken she had actually been.
A little study of the domestic order of the peck.
Would’ve revealed the collar around my neck.
Have you ever been held to ransom by your own?
The interior of a clinic- cum- residence. In the front is a living room to the left, and two bedrooms side by side. All rooms have open faces towards the audience. The first bedroom has a door to the living room.
Between the bed rooms is a small space where a door can be seen leading to a third room. The front door on the left opens into the living room on its right, and a glass-fronted office chamber to the left.There is a passage beyond the office to the left with a treatment room on the left, and other rooms to the right.
You are on the highway, crouching over the wheel. And your car is hurtling down the centre of that dotted white line. The miles are racing away, captured by the minutes changing in slow rhythm on your watch. A speeding car a hundred yards ahead looks still, its red lights flicker intermittently.
Minor blemishes on the road are taken in stride by the car, and you sense vibrations occasionally over tiny bumps littering the road. You lean slightly as the highway bends in a gradual curve.
The virus will, sooner or later, play itself out
We repeat that, in spite of that nagging doubt.
In the meantime, it will take some of us along
Whether or not we have done anything wrong.
The game of life has ever played out like that
Sickness will always pick some out of the hat.
Bailiff: All rise! The Court of Honourable Justice Pandava is now in session.
Court clerk: Case No.15326, Kabirs vs Dayal of 2020.
Judge: Are both the petitioner and respondent present in court along with their counsels?
Court clerk: Both the petitioner and respondent are present and have decided to represent their cases on their own.
When old dogs call it a day, go away
And finally reach, who knows where?
Some of them are quite likely to say.
Rather stay with my folks down there.
If that cannot be made to transpire
The Lord may stretch a point for us.
When we are set to mount the bier
Make sure we are on that same bus.
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