salman khan

Life In Quarantine

Head thrown back, eyes staring at the ceiling
Frequent trips inside —
Texting or web surfing on the phone

At times, indulging in habits—
Like - picking at nails and foot-tapping,
Or, shredding paper and bending paperclips

Oh! The mind cycling through options
of what to do and what not to!

But finally I sprawl
on the wide couch,
Which is next to my double folding-window
While peeping through
the same chaos outside!

Ah! The nature pouts in sullenness—
The morn light, bright not with flashing gold;
Trees, with whining boughs,
Nowhere the grand festival of mirth!

Having a devil of a time though,
Yet, enduring pain, with a show of strength
In the hope of better days—
to have the time of cheerful life!

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© Salman Khan

Topic(s) of this poem: hoping

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2020

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (7/28/2020 10:24:00 PM)

    At times, indulging in habits—
    Like - picking at nails and foot-tapping,
    Or, shredding paper and bending paperclips....Quarantine and in the closed room practicing some subconscious habits! expressed well

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