Ravaging the world in fury,
Social distancing is people’s elect way
And India locked down for weeks
Streets empty, shops shuttered
Playing fields lay idle coated with long grass
And birds in hanging boughs twirl and trill.
Never knew roofs were running bays
For children, teens, old and all.
Same evening, same sinking sun,
Same flapping bats tiredly ploughing the orange sky.
Roofs are blooming, gleaming fields
But how so sudden is a riot of colour?
Is it a spring or a marriage vow?
Motley children frisk and shriek,
A barren couple, ears wired,
Springs and sprays,
Fat women run in rhythm
And their faithful men follow,
Whine and whistle.
Self-isolated, people clean, cook and spray
And make home a heaven, heaven a home
And thus they tame the dreaded beast,
And thus they pledge to win the scary race.