Game of unbiased days -Quarantine
At this poorest time, poorest year, poorest month and day Where is my old, long-standing beautiful world? Me, inside the four walls. I mean, I asked to myself Am I safe? am I safe? Am I safe, inside the four walls? Are my people safe? How does it happen? Game of unbiased days. Inside the walls of my mind, I can’t find peace, in this paused world Nights and nights and the whole night Drives just in a hope that I will sleep Asking myself, am I safe? In these four walls of home and mind Stay cool, calm and compose Repeating my heart again and again Next morning, when sunlight falls on one, I love Seems to be a light of danger and dark Only creates a fearful spark Again, I got hope and start Counting the things, I have and had Even though I know I am richly blessed. ONLY THING LEFT IS WRITING. It will not take the danger away neither bring loving ones closer. But, Will create this fearful spark as an exciting history 22 April 2020, tod...