I longingly looked at him, I wished his arms around me, But alas! this virus has spoilt Our relationship beyond all points! The lovely brown, the warm yellow The soothing blue, the pastel pink, The sexy silhouette, the lacy collar, the perfect shape, Sigh! Due to COVID none of my dresses, I can drape! I endearingly touched her, Then took her close to my bosom, I could hear her rustle & crackle But the virus has made every day a battle. The floral handles, The slinky straps, The wade of notes with a jingle of coins, Aha! For over a month my trendy handbags have not made a noise!! My bags, my shoes, my dresses, my jeans, Sit sad and dejected in the shelves, As day after day our eyes do meet, But the virus defeats And we have a lock-down repeat! But my learning (as yours too, I’m sure) inside me And within my home has been immense, And both the insides of my myself & my home Know now how much with each other, they now roam!!
The small rivulet on the levees, the perfect walking track back where I call home!
(picture courtesy: Brother dearest)
I hope all have learnt their lessons and will remember them too!
Wickedlyours 