The Perils Of Lockdown

It was easy waking up on day 1

Ignorant of the inflow of the ravaging fire

The need for self consolation was none

The insensitivity to stock up food was dire

Discovered that day the internet was a liar

A million claims of oh! you'll never get bored

Why did they never say that viral videos of racial discrimination

Aren't gonna be like that euphoric episode of criminal minds 

Weapons of mass entertainment was how they lured us 

But hey, my dad never told me that the world was filled with both kinds 

Day 17 began with a fair share of productivity too

But no amount of MOOCs could've prepared me for the government's dare

My self-confidence convinced me to learn French and Spanish both 

But what about the expensive piano rusting in the corner. 

Scrolled through miles of memes on day 10

Yelled at my dad, enough with the horror COVID stories on the dinner table

Social Media convinced me at least the boomers were amen

A teary-eyed grandma on camera taught me about victimization under a painful label 

Around day 17 I got frustrated 

Least to say, a minute of monotony

Treated my neighbors to a jeering cacophony

A billboard no3 song of a 19-year-old saying Gucci gang 46 times 

Got me wondering why wasn't I celebrated 

Day 21 had museums looking for artifacts from the populace in the pandemic 

I later realized that my kids are not going to have written accounts of this 

Discovered that YouTube algorithms were eccentric 

Who’s going to watch a debate going amiss

Day 43 was devastating 

Who would've thought a quaint little street near the suburbs would witness ambulance troupes

That day I realized the risk my ma was taking for a bunch of French fries 

Thanked the dead policeman’s wife for their service 

The streets of India had fed them lies

Around Day 67 India rose among the ranks

But this didn’t leave us feeling elated like the world cup

2020 snatched the term warriors from the border signals

Its time to say thank you to the folks in the hospital 

Its day 83 today 

Will we be able to go out again? 

Will our kids learn about the alleyways and the sunrise spots? 

Please stop this chain 

Please stop going out without masks 

I don’t want to continue writing this poem