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.
This present strain is blind, and is hungry too.
Social gap, washing hands, all that we can do.
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.
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.
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.
Why is our earth getting so war-ridden?
Isn’t there any answer out there hidden?
But we keep on asking again and again
Like some parrot that has gone insane,
Yet knows what sought is outside cage.
So do we, if we could but turn the page.
Some think it lies in missiles and drones
In rockets and bombs, exploded phones
Roy shifted his briefcase from one hand to the other as he approached his house in the less-peopled recesses of Sanctuary City. He had consciously bought an outskirts house because it was within walking distance from his office.
Besides, there was the added advantage of getting a large house at a low price. Yet another convenience was that he could walk back from his office for lunch at home. He had never liked taking a tiffin box to the office.
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.
When the flags of freedom fly
They surely must evoke
Visions of that valiant tribe
Who fought to break the yoke.
When the songs of freedom sound
They surely call to mind
Thorns they took away with them
The flowers they left behind.
There are just twenty of them, would you believe!
The rest are restrained, why not allowed to leave?
Maybe the score bears numberless grains of rice
To fill million stomachs, a little left over for mice.
Divine intervention? So meagre is thy daily bread
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