From one leg out,
To waking up being a doubt
From my untidy room,
To Mom standing with a broom
Refreshment being tea,
To running to pee
Washing hands double,
To handling Corona trouble
From having breakfast late,
To upma being an object of hate
Regular snacks from lockdown since,
To Mom sigh and wince.
From sitting opposite a wall,
To travel destination being the hall
From conversation filled with quips,
To prolonging it to unwanted gossips
From empty thoughts getting deep,
To getting some daytime sleep
From thinking of where to roam,
To realize heaven is our home.
From fighting the devil in our mood,
To finding divinity in mother's food.
This lockdown,
A self-realizing crown.
