My lighthearted heart hums a tune
To see my old folks back home
The annual ritual
Is like a carrot on the stick
That gives me the incentive to go on
And on…over the hills and vales
Thorns and Roses.
This time Corona, the king of the Globe
With its unmistakable crown and scepter
Pronounced a verdict
Lock down !stay put!!
Trespassers to the order
Will be done with.
And here I feel so cheated
A plaintiff seeking justice from Heavens.
Waiting to fit into my mother’s heaves
Giving her my comforting heartbeats
I’ve never ever felt so enchained.
Dark and dreary
Like a caged lioness!