Once upon a Quarantine

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Far away from home, he lay aloof on his bed,

Only wanting to be caressed with love and an emotional thread.

3 steps office and 7 steps home,

Was his story of a routine with a very low tone.

That touch was missing and the beach evenings were gone,

How can I survive this quarantine without by not holding her on?

Lazing on my bed and thinking yet again,

Booked my flight, packed my bags, and headed towards my den.

I stood at the door with hiatus and happiness,

The only thing I’ll miss is her face.

Quarantine is a phase and so is this existence,

I’m happy to be still alive even after the whole god damned distance.

Live, Love , Breathe !!!

Aishwarya Mane

 

 

Published by Aishwarya Mane

Obstinate Reader...Petulant writer #Caffeine habitué #Carpediem www.instagram.com/ashminirature

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