Infectious And Infection

Days pass without fanfare,
It is a few phone calls
that keep me engaged.

The rest of the day
I work but nothing
spectacular as all.

This being regular
during recent lockdowns
I am bored.

The past two months
I have heaved more
than the times so long.

I feel the curfew is a waste
the exercise has not brought
down the spread.

The viral grows rapid,
says the media being
ones who blow loud.

Recoveries, fatalities
are reported country wise
and state wise.

I could not espy
the curve turn flat
instead it rises up.

Chaotic it is all about,
fear has faded into oblivion
I hear the bustle.

The cheer I find around
is emotive. It is infectious.
The infection will get lost soon.