Speaking Hues

Quarantined.

Never knew we could survive
The outbreak of passionate disease.
Left us in the fences, cooped up
Hostile and fragile.

Pathogens making their threshold, their grand entry to the world.
Microscopic disorder made us diseased.
Run away before it sleeves you up
Let the doors be seized, and your heart.

Now you realised, humans are dangerous
I told you before.
Take off your hand, stop being dexterous
Immune needs to be restored, weak died.

‘Who let you enter? Jabbing our systems, concentrated your victory, rebuffed, creating an ugly history.’
Battling with quarantine, fight, sacred nights.
Streets secluded, future deluded.

Sanitizers and masks, let them do the task.
Quarantine? It's a self-meditation period.
these events marked an epoch in our history
Soul pleaded, heart beats, give it rest
Find yourself, it's the momentum to sign,
Nature heals and soon the bug will kneel.

-Anisa.