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Daring Stillness


The seven days pass
with the sun doing its duty
more than required,

shining with a scorch
sweltering , burning
with a vigour,

Nothing much to do
I relax with a book
reading the pages,

I am unable to get involved
as exhaustion grips. eyes close
in a slumber.

The cook fearing the epidemic
has gone home,as public transports
cease to ply the rest remain at home.

Doors are locked, no milkman,
newspaper vendor, or postman
to sou d the bell,

the house remains quiet.
while the silence is turns
into an uneasiness,

the withdrawals propose
a scare not experienced
for centuries.

War and its atrocities,
agitation and unruliness
create a furore,

the spread of a virus
a health hazard terrible
leaves the world in chaos.