Pandemic

Streets are vacant and heart full of angst,

Thou say it's nothing just a walking rest;

A few are waving at the mist of horizon,

Calling us all to be behind the curtain.

'Halt you Romeo' cries the Juliet,

'Meet me but after this rampant';

Find a condolence in those heavy homes,

Whose cold body had just moved to tomb.

Else all is a burning tale,

Flames are high and seek new gale;

Do it just to do nothing,

Close your door and be within.

—Prashant Tiwari