In lockdown,
shruti sharma
Terrace heard more gossips, Carried more tears,
Moon got some new audience,
And stars got more viewers,
Some minds get open,
Some got new perspectives to see those clouds,
Some adore them; some still blame the dullness,
Some laughs get more genuine,
Some hearts were still broken with old wounds,
Some dishes were still unmade and in some, we get excel,
Some painting was still left unmade; some pieces were now performed,
Windows get more onlookers and the balcony had more coffee dates,
We somehow blamed the lockdown,
Now we beg for the same peace where our heart heal and soul learn to live,
Somehow away from chaos, we find ourselves in those close gates.