I see the world
through the windows
though the the doors are ajar.
The empty roads,
the silence that reign
scare me.
I withdraw quick.
Look inward
hear no noise.
Terrified,
I settle with a book
turns out to be a crime fiction..
Deceit followed by murder
is the theme sends
fear down my spine.
I shut the book, doze
wake up to an announcement
down the lane.
It is a loud one ordering
people to stay inside,
for their own safety.
Police , at every junction,
blow the whistle, slam
the vehicles that cross.
Corona spreads like fire.
Disillusioned I close the windows
and lock the doors.
The panic seems infectious,
frequent washing of hands,
social distancing and masks
become part of life.
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