Strolling across the length and breadth of the terrace On a Sunday evening , I find myself looking around The familiar place looks all new Few canopies built faraway now look like lazy hills Those have been slowly covered by the clouds The cuckoo that has sung melodies all day Has retreated to her cozy nest With a different brush stroke amidst this LOCKDOWN, Today the nature paints a different canvas Where the humane dominance that presided over Stay put at their homes, while the streets wear a deserted look. I watch the greens happily flapping their wings To bask in new found sanctity Few flowers that sit upon the ledges of the tall branches Wave to give me some company The streetlights are lit as usual Casting a dainty shadow of golden vases The clouds take their turn to wear night wears While the sun recedes faraway The hours pass by, but the vanity lingers on
