7 months old 2021
moves in great speed.
Days become nights
and nights days.
24X 7 at home, I walk
to the front yard return
to the backdoor, oscillating
like a pendulum,
Up and down I climb
traverse the garden
stand in the sun. rotation
and revolution sets pace.
Time flies during pandemic,
jumps while epidemic loom,
rolls through endemic,
minding not the gravity.
Another event, rains come and go
incidental for the sun, shines and settles
as if indebted, the moon waxes and wanes
no matter what happens.
Men dash out in haste
catch the infection’ in a close
seek admission in hospitals.
Death creeps stealthily.
Meenas Poems 