Lockdown Thanksgiving
Lockdown Thanksgiving
The months some time back
Tested the loop of patience
Patience, which has to be sewn
To play the years of life in hand
With a still tune.
My profession post lockdown
Seeks calm in town
The stethoscope keeps reminding
me my attitude,
As the green leaves now, manured
then with solitude.
But somewhere amidst the green leaves
A bud seemed peeping
Unable to decide, the worth of its petals
Albeit it stopped weeping.
The petals so serene,
Were her words of gesture
Ready to wean,
When Storymirror, lend its ears
To groom the words of ecstasy,
Or wipe the words of tears.
A change negligible for some,
But huge for me
My words now are my life jacket
To keep me afloat in this world's racket.