Curfew

Dear diary,

The sky looks grim

 the earth wears a swollen face

 silence rules the roost

 not a soul one can trace

 birds stare at each other in utter disbelief

 try to arouse people from sleep

 the day has spread wings 

 yet, scary souls 

 have not come out of their confide

 

  distancing has distanced much

  call of the hour has appealed as such

  to control the spread

  we need to be aware and act brave

  stay inside for own safety and leave people safe

  strange it feels

  awkward it seems

  yet it is true

  to break the chain and beat "C"

  there has been promulgation of curfew.