Life And Lemons Poem by Glory Sasikala

LIFE AND LEMONS
Lemon-colored negligee, hair tousled
don't care that my window is open
the street outside empty,
quarantined and anxiously scanning oximeters -
measuring each breath while regrets pile up.

Pour myself a glass of warm water
with lemon and honey - just so, the lemon
let Sunlight in...and Air...

Can Covid fly in too with lemon Sunlight?
Neighbor's doors strung Neem leaves guarantee
purity with lemon Sunlight that might be closing in on Doomsday
that is not because of Big Bang but because the Human Race has lost the ability to breathe and talk of the Second Coming of Jesus now
they of the Making who World Wared I & II
whole cities shot down and Twin Towers bombed.

And I, in my lemon-colored negligee
sit idly sipping tea wondering when I'd be able to travel again? -
Not travel per se but the option to
meanwhile choose and choice being between Swiggy and Zomato while watching Netflix.