Air has become pure but wearing masks is mandatory.
Hands are clean but shaking them with somebody is prohibitory.

The roads are empty yet we can't go for a long drive.
Time is plenty to catch up with friends but we can't hang out if we wanna survive.

The chef inside you is crazy to cook but you can't invite someone over for lunch.
Gyms closed down, 'immunity is everything,' they say. You can't gain it with a simple punch.

Ramzan is tireless and as free as it could be, but mosques are no more working or operational.
Can I just go for a short walk? Can I order through home delivery? I shouldn't because what if the cases double?

Summer used to be all about bathing suits and pina colada. Now it's just hazmat suits and chloroquine.
Up all nights and sleep all day. What's going on with my routine?

I used to be afraid of snakes and tigers, little did I know simple bats can wreak havoc too.
Another region sealed, hundred more deaths . . . Oh god, Will I get through?

Washing, scrubbing and mopping, didn't really know I lived in a pile of dust.
The situation doesn't look like getting better, guess I'd just have to adjust.

Weddings and exams, everything delayed.
All closed down: maids, grades, and trade.

We are craving to go for work, get back our liberty.
But this break time feels like an eternity.

We wait for Mondays but the weekend never seems to end.
Nature's way of correcting our deeds, that's what I apprehend.

Diet plans and exercises; I still look like a potato.
We used to be late for school and ride on planes. Hmm.. sounds like a long time ago.

We are close to our loved ones yet can't be close enough.
2020 was for 'flying cars' . . . Or were our predictions just a bluff?

They say this destruction is first of a kind in a hundred year.
I don't care, I just wanna know when it will be all clear.

The rich have so much money but no where to spend.
I wanted to die with peace . . . but everyone is destined to a bitter end.

The poor have so many needs but no way to earn.
Busy schedules, parties, dining out: that's what I yearn.

Easter passed, Eid to come. But all plans shattered to crumbs.
Time is there to fulfill your dreams but life seems so endangered now, like a spider web dangling inside a drum.

We always wished for a holiday but work from home is a bigger dismay.

No more 'bless you' for sneezing, no more offering handkerchiefs when a pretty lady falls.
So many latest gadgets to catch up on but is it really 'technology' if we're unable to fight it all?
Albums to listen to, TV series to watch-- Social media can help battle the boredom, but does it feel right when you could be the one on the ventilator tomorrow living on paracetamol?

Takes it less than just a fortnight to kill, don't you know?
Come on dear, It's time to let go.

The curse is everywhere, yet nowhere to be seen.
Oh my god, why now, why ruin my teen?
Next turn is yours darling, says COVID-19.