This poem is about a little boy suffering from Corona. He is kept in a hospital. His eyes are only looking for his mother and hid father. He misses them all. He misses his home; he misses the limping crow that sits in his window pane and take biscuits from him every morning. He misses Golu dada, the neighbourhood boy who plays with him. He misses every little thing he though his own. The 14 days of isolation seems endless to him as he still does not have any concept of time.

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