Lockdown Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Upon the stage of this great Globe
The business has lost its probe,
The audience, waiting for a show,
Confined, yet their spirit is not low.

It's time to review, recollect and reflect
It's time to clean off album pages perfect,
Let's witness the unheard music of past,
Now the familial olden round table is must.

The grumble of Dutchesses is now less
The Dukes are within the mansion afresh,
Song of Amoretti is written in a balcony
The poet is hearing Nightingale's journey.


Yet the common pebbles are waiting in every store
And the clashes of civilizations are on in every shore.