Regrets Of A Quarantine Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Trunk of a dense tree where birds made their nests,
My teen age was a melody and a love song,
Couples came in moon lit nights and beneath me,
I heard many kisses and felt hugs too much strong,

Happy with my life being a shelter for a couple of dove,
I was born to give room to the instinct of a sexy love.
Was cut and seasoned in the hot sunlight of painful summers,
I faced kindness of rains and atrocities of freezing winters.

I was then shifted to a railway work shop to be cut into pieces,
Nails injured me and the hammers played their roles,
I was mended in a two birthed cabin of a railway sleeper,
Designed for newly married couples to join their souls,

I remember the day and I remember that wedding night,
I remember the zero power bulbs spreading blue light,
I enjoyed their first night in my welcoming long arms,
I still remember groom's passion and the bride's charms.

But the cruel time cannot see anyone too happy,
I have been changed for corona patients, now a quarantine,
Oh My God! An old couple, the male is on the upper birth,
On the lower birth is lying the same old valentine!

How happily we begin and how sadly we come to the end,
The blue bulbs are yellow and now lack their trend,
I wish I would have remained the trunk of an old tree,
Such a tragic end of a love story I cannot see!