The Quarantined

Streets are noiseless

Winds are mute...

Doors closed, 

windows those blinks, 

Songs seem rhymeless, 

And some Empty notes of my flute! 

Our canceled flights,

But not birds those who fly.

'Some' doors still open 

For the flow of emotions. 

Can you hear the songs,

Of those 'Two birds' 

With lovely Rhymes and Notations. 

Stays Together, 

Though stay far away across An Ocean!!