Certain mornings come

with a confusion on mind. I wake up late;

the trees are quiet; no birds sing.

I missed the hour of gratitude.

The hours are a drag, a push and pull.

I just want to go back to sleep and dream.

Such quiet on a morning

in this bustling town!

It's not in keeping with my city!

I remind myself, it's not good! It is the lockdown.

Keep the windows shut or open, as you please.

Pick up the phone, say a few words,

make a video call, connect.

Connect with the world.

Such a weird word, "Connect"!

I feel guilty at every point I missed

not having done those little things,

too much embroiled as I was in anxiety.

Yesterday, riding alone in the auto,

mindful of what I had to do

on my way to my vaccination,

a lad came to sell something

as the vehicle paused at the signal.

He kept chasing me;

I can't forget my guilt as he said,

Buy it for ten; ok; buy for eight.

I'm hungry."

I couldn't make up my mind

because I was nearing the place where I had to take a turn,

And I had better not make a mistake and miss that turn.

I didn't even look at his face. But his voice still lingers in my mind.

Throughout the day I was regretful

May God have given him some customer

who fulfilled his need.

God bless him.

1Françoise Dhulesia

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