The Wait

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Out of the desperate looks around,

An eerie confusion grips me,

Nobody around is sure enough,

Life has become just a ritual in waiting.

The hollowness of the time,

Seems never-ending,

But still, I peep out of the window,

As if forcing the Sun into fading.

With no more sirens and breaks and a timetable shunted,

Already an informal life now seems even discounted.

In a fragile market system with a fragile body,

Life has become mired in an endless wait.   

I get to hear Markets, economy and business,

Is there no society of humans in this age?

Lockdown for some was leisure and boredom,

While I lost my purpose and means of subsistence.

But I wait, making silver of hopes,

Expecting, anticipating dawn,

But to witness its collapse every night,

I wait, just wait to return to my normal life!©