So , I went on a walk today.
Roads which once bustled
with robust activity
The Covid addled streets were empty.
I was in search of a pharmacy
Which sells Coca Cola.
Yes , I am well aware of the irony.
As I was walking in the main road
I saw an ambulance racing past me.
I always worry a bit about my oldest relatives
After I see that despicable life saving vehicle.
Gave a mental prayer.
Alas! A van with an empty ice box followed it.
Mood properly ruined,
I whispered curses to myself and
Switched to a tiny lane,
Hoping for calmness rather calamity
In smaller streets.
That’s when I heard a loud male voice
Shouting with all his lungs in hindi,
On how she had tortured him for the past 2 months
On very damn thing!
And it reverberated through the streets
Even when I was fast walking away..
Now thoroughly pissed with myself
For not just staying home and
Running out of stamina
I reached the end of the street.
There I saw a couple play badminton
Like we are in the middle of some summer holidays
And thought maybe corona IS
A vacation for the rich.
My cynical view was somewhat defeated
When I was nearing the pharmacy
And saw this cute cat
Stretching itself in the middle of the road.
Maybe all will be fine if I just chilled a bit
And stop constantly worrying so much?
Maybe peace is something to search inwards for
In the turbulent waves of my heart
Rather than in the rosy exteriors of my neigborhood?
Happy with my midstreet epiphany
I bought some aerated slow poison and
delicious diabetic inducing treats
and made my way back home.
