I learnt a very beautiful yet ordinary thing about writing this month - take a break from it to detox your creative juices. I wrote very little this month. The last couplet I wrote while waiting for my bank appointment. COVID-19 has changed the world. I hope we emerge better than before and imbibe the lessons to improve our lifestyle.
I stretch my fingers, But mind says 'No'; Voice of my loved ones, Trails me as an echo. Persuading my heart, To sway away from phone; Keep it down, You live in a different time zone. Different time zone, I fumble in my thoughts. Morning, noon and night; I am out of sorts. It's perfect here, Too perfect for me, Like dead flowers adorned as a potpourri. Drowning in the timeline, Submerging in seven vast oceans. No distance in the world, Can cause this massive erosion. A part of me, my soul, Never left my house courtyard. If ever you want to collect me, my pieces, You know where to start.
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