Life Under Lockdown

Constrained have become movements.
Love, joy, happiness and humanity too seem to be constrained.
Nah! Not humanity. Not yet!!

Things you took for granted,
Things you always wanted
(And things you didn't) -
All seems not that obvious anymore.

Your 'bai', the milkman, that routine handshake with that inconsiderable colleague of yours
Neighbors, shopkeepers and campus cynosure-
All of them, I guess, have started making sense in your life.

And as you stay home, playing with your kids like never before,
You realize,  life is not meant for paying bills; it's more, much more.

The hug that you were embraced in the other day,
Your weekly ritual, when you assemble to pray
Where you ask whereabouts to your fellow men-
I know you have started missing them and have started asking - when?
When O' Lord would this night end
And when would light bend
To make it's way into our lives
Which all of a sudden has started appearing as a blight.

But I know there will be light
There will be light again and a new dawn
When we'll wakeup from our slumber of bane with a yawn
And will realize - its morning once again.

Once again my children will be able to
meet their friends in school,
And your septuagenarian father will sit
with his mate, having their pitchers full,
And once again the neighboring parks will be bustling with laughter and light.

One fine morning your maid will turn up again and you'll realize how you missed her .
Not because you had a tough time without her during this time;
But for the fact that you'd have discovered back the human- dead asleep deep within- during this time.