Quarantine Fury

Time is incorporeal like God

but I have a body birth - death

dated entity in city streets

I share the sun, moon , stars

the rains, summer heat, winter chill,

why should I not share the bodyless God.

My hopes never come in shape and form

my love is masked quarantine of fear

my mind is a restless piece of nerves

why I ask when no one answers

maybe -

none hears, except the wind which

breathes for its own mood in anxiety.

I am neither a ball of fire nor a slab of ice

I am normal - human

But where is my share of love,

my little touches of joy and peace?

I know, no one hears my whys

For I do not perhaps know

how to ask the whys in prayer

I have no claims admitted in the  Bench.

Sabita Sahu