It may be four thirty and we all rise
I had made soup yesterday and warm it slowly
Husband and then children, get food on the table
Fruit, bread, yoghurt are usually part of our breakfast
Always someone cracks a joke or has yesterday’s story
Breakfast must end punctually, even when there’s no adhan
Prayers, sleep a while, then daily routine is done
The season decides at what time we’ll have dinner
Whatever is served, there’s always some milk and dates
Started on a rough patch
Sickness, during a while
But, I also progress & watch
My quickly shrinking paper pile
Fine network of tree branches
Appears at a black sky
A smell of plastic — I wonder why
The lunar face will shrink by tranches
Town bustle under a full Moon
Too many people, says quarantine rule
Now step out, tomorrow work, school
Good shopping deals are over, soon
A week’s vacation started
Under quarantine rulings,
No travel, only spare meetings,
All the same I’ll enjoy, wholehearted
Very old people
Bring a community stability
Very young people
Bring a smile with candid adorability
Ornamental objects enhance
A modest appearance
Yet, our person or street begets
Equal value to those without trinklets
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It was late afternoon
Under, exactly split in half, the Moon
Children were playing,
My crops, still blossoming
Loving is stronger than death
But, time is cruel
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Different expertise levels
Co-exist & clash in our project
Conflict of interest dishevels
Our structure — I suspect
A good mood was trashed
Different agendas clashed
Resentment is expressed now
Pride makes people refuse to bow
