Quarantine Isolation

I sat with a pen in my hand,

I wanted to write a poem

My mind was overflowing 

With frustrations and complications!

I still continued with my

Efforts and I came across

A black dot; it wasn't letting me

Move further like a blood clot.

My words wanted to flow

My mind wanted to be free

My thoughts flew like a bird in the sky

And embraced eternity!

My poem is still incomplete

And imperfect

I keep on looking for words

But they always leave

Me alone and I am 

Left deserted, isolated and desolate!