Quarantine

You sit there at the window sill,

See the world stand still.

The winds in staccato.

Brainy mortals subsumed in lazaretto.

Lingering with you in the four walls,

Are the chunks of peace 

Staying beneath your stonewalls.

A roister of break it is,

You let the earth breathe ,

You sip wine

And believe that things are gonna be fine.

A moment of halt it is ,

You get out of bed to see the sun.

You pour in coffee 

And think how you wanted this.

You miss your kin , 

you miss your pals

But choose to undo the knot within.

Choose to purge the mals. 

You need to heal too. 

Even when the world has stopped. 

What if things may not fall apart?

And the pessimism demands adieu? 

You have to heal too ,

In the quite place . 

Because mind needs space ,

For the grime you shall blew.

You've been quarantined , 

For you to seek respite. 

The world still has a long way to go , 

You shall contain yourself to recite

What the lineage needs to know.