'Little Jeanie in the Days of Lockdown' and other Poems । Dr. Aparna Ajith
Little Jeanie in the Days of Lockdown
Days were meant to be wasted
Little Jeanie did nothing but waited.
Her tiny dreams faded
It was corona that shaded.
She yearned for the days that were bright
The quarantine made her days as dark as night.
What is in this social distance?
Is this a system of corona resistance?
Little Jeanie could not bear the murky mask
It was indeed a tiresome task.
Gone were her thrilling days of uniform
Coming are the boring days of online platform.
Little Jeanie detested this lengthy vacation
She hated the spiky corona for this vocation.
“Go Corona, Go Corona” slogans everywhere.
Little Jeanie counts her days in scare.
Hey Corona, how ruthlessly you give this fate?
Little Jeanie screamed out of hate.
Little Jeanie dreamt of her nation
battling in the battle of isolation.
Little Jeanie worried of being a corona prey
She let herself shut in room always to pray.
Little Jeanie wishes to flee from the quarantine fiend
So that she can blend with her darling friend.
*****
SMS to MRP
Everything turned upside down
With a sudden unforeseen lockdown.
Life became slow and so low
As I have nowhere to go.
“SMS – Social Distancing, Mask, Sanitizer”, they say.
Yeah, my new “MRP – Minimum Requirement Put in” in a way.
The monsoon began beating heavily on my door
This corona pandemic fails me badly to adore.
COVID- 19, the unwelcome visitant spirals like a crown
Grappling in the stand still and quarantine is my town.
March became the cruelest month breeding Corona patients
My brother man becoming a dot on the graph troubled my patience.
Who is going to be our savior,
When a vile virus is showing this pouvoir?
SMS and MRP are a must
From the dusky depths of my heart, I trust.
*****
A Lockdown Wedlock
Gold price is on the rise
The people are on a race.
The surge for gold thrives
But, the urge for man strives.
Janu yearned for a lockdown marriage
oblivious of her unripe teenage.
Far from the madding crowd,
She craved for a wedding not loud.
Janu wants just a mangalsutra and ring
as she starts hearing her wedding bell ring.
She fancies a wedlock soon with less gold
as lockdown won’t make her grow old.