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The city is empty within itself.
No hurry to go, No work to do
No people to honk at.
Home is the only place to affirm the identity.
On phone they ask us to stay home, stay safe.
A fear of touch has made us untouchables.
A father cannot kiss his son. Nor a mother can.
We are like in a cage of zoo.
Staring at nothing through the windows.
No one knocks the doors.
The word Guest has disappeared from our life.
Friends, parties, hotels, cinemas, parks, Nothing counts against life.
We now understand the value of freedom.
Freedom to touch, kiss and hug.
We are now doomed to join hands
Wash hands, sanitise hands, glove them.
Now we have no one else to blame.
We are left with the wisdom that we are the most fickle, feared and selfish species.
The untouchables. |
