Amid the lockdown
Felt gaoled and down,
Reminiscing the glad and sad days
Time fled impeding the known ways;
Detached from the whole world
And bound to the household,
I immersed myself in books
Of all kinds from prints to e-books;
When an individual is in recluse
The mundane gadgets are put to use,
Whether to learn and meliorate
Or to merely slacken and waste;
It has been almost two years
Since I posted metrical feet,
When partisans are all ears
Why enshroud and fleet;
When you have a talent
It doesn't stay dormant,
It bursts out and flows
Regardless of your sorrows;
Ich bin zurück after I was shaken,
Je suis de retour to this new hour,
Sono tornato having something to do,
Regresé with no rues.
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