In times like corona,
worlds still from it’s routine.
We look both ways through windows gazing,
into empty roads, that we were once brazing,
But perhaps more into a search within,
for citation of anew beginning.
As age crosses us one more time,
all meticulous plans are put on arrest.
We bow our heads down to drawing board,
searching the pleasures of childhood known.
The treasures I find, lives in innovative work
of surgeons, thinkers, architects - the lot
And in this isolation of time,
may one find the rejoice
Under the shelter of an inquisitive mind.
Subharthi Guha
29 March 2020
