Lockdown Day 40

Days and nights are going on in a continuous roll of anonymity.

I remember a childhood game called Statue. A person used to shout statue and everyone used to freeze into immovable stupor.

It seems a tiny and invisible virus has frozen everything into inanimate mode.

The notion that Time does not stand still has been proven wrong.

And I also recall those Fairy Tales where entire towns are put to sleep and wake up after aeons of time.

The zest for trying new recipes is wearing off.

And managing without househelp is becoming tedious.

Everyone is awaiting to be unlocked.

And you get time to admire what you never saw before even though it was right before you.

I whiled away some hours today just looking out of the window admiring the grotesque shapes of tree trunks around me.

And I managed to sight big jackfruits dangling wildly, coconuts perched elegantly in a huddle and a solitary mango on a branch.

You wonder at the Nature’s sculpture.

The trees are arched precariously but stand solid and proud and majestic.

And the poem Leisure echoes in my mind.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

By Wm. Henry Davies.

Stay home and stay safe.

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