An abundance of it, you could take armloads of it
To sit with you at window-sills
And hear the bird-song, the whistling breeze,
Watch the Sun give of its Rays generously..
Healing, cleansing, curing…
Now we know what to make of a Home,
The home that was so seldom housed..!
A haven now, lest we end up quarantined!
Those who stocked up rations,
Have you at least now thought of feeding the sparrows?
How I long to hug that dear friend
Who survived death, but cannot?
Do I know now the value of an embrace?
A last hand clasp, please, please, before they bury my
grandfather? No?
How many times have I evaded their doting hands?
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