Stand-off

The hawks hover over the head,

The dull dark blur is around.

Nobody knows for sure 

Where is the destination.

 

The virus is in wild anger

Louder is its roar

Life strangles in isolation

Livelihood is not assured.

Inside, it is a menace of hunger

Outside, the specter of virus

It is a bizarre standoff 

Between lockdown and unlock.

Two-step forward

One step rear

Long queue at a wine shop.

God is behind the door.

Lock or unlock

Thinking gets junk

Standing on the divide

Look for road to the future.

War does not end anything.

Stand-off leads to nothing

Coexistence is the art of living 

Moving forward is always challenging.