Everything turned upside down
With a sudden unforeseen lock-down.
Life became slow and so low
As I have nowhere to go.
“SMS – Social Distancing, Mask, Sanitizer”, they say.
Yeah, my new “MRP – Minimum Requirement Put in” in a way.
The monsoon began beating heavily on my door
This Corona pandemic fails me badly to adore.
Covid-19, the unwelcome visitant spirals like a crown
Grappling in the stand still and quarantine is my town.
March became the cruelest month breeding Corona patients
My brother man becoming a dot on the graph troubled my patience.
Who is going to be our savior,
When a vile virus is showing this pouvoir?
SMS and MRP are a must
From the dusky depths of my heart, I trust.