Quarantine
Happiness brimming over with mirthful laughter,
hovers over
from every corner of the house
and hums
you ‘re mine
I’m yours..
Echoes
Like clinking of coins
in a piggy bank.
Like cold rain droplets
sliding off the scorching torso.
Oh icy coldness!
Whose universe can this be?
Of the One who keeps every tiny miniscule safe
for me
and you too...
Old is the relationship
of the windows
with the alleys.
Passing through them
bare footed
evokes pathos.
The eagle incessantly screeches
from the corridors of hell
to the hoards of migrants
offering emancipation.
The soul of consciousness is shackled
by earthly pleasures.
Reality thy mirror,
hangs numerous miles away.
Dr.Unnati Pandey Datar
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