During these dark and depressing times,
Travelling to far away places is not allowed,
So the journeys are condensed now,
From one corner of room to other,
From part of house to other,
The long journey that we witness,
Is from the inner part to the outer part of the house,
Here days and nights are alike,
As both are painful and boring,
The minutes seem like hours,
The hours seem like days,
Everything here is unending,
There are sighs everywhere,
Of pain, loss...