When all of these end.

These days, the unprecedented times.

I am looking back to craft the rhymes.

Where the immune ministers all concentrate;

No masks or distancing, no time to waste.

And when all of these end, 

I'll clap and beat a thali again.

I have clapped at 5 and lit candles at 9.

Queued till dusk, not for food but wine.

Learned to wash hands, whole day every hour.

Lots of soaps and frequent showers. 

And when all of these end, 

I'll clap and beat a thali again.

The enforced holidays and lonely tunes. 

Silent sufferings and sweet honeymoons.

My saffron regime cares for all.

The running businesses have started to crawl.

And when all of these end, 

I'll clap and beat a thali again.

And the second wave will do the rest;

To cripple us all and into our nest.

Take my job and the petty income.

I'll enjoy the isolation in my home;

And when all of these end, 

I'll clap and beat a thali again.