But who will listen to my story

Whether I sleep early

Or I wake up late enough

To drift away in my own thoughts.

Whether I run for sleep

Or sleep runs for me.

Whether I sit and brood over :

The windy breeze, wavy leaves,

Caterpillars and bugs walking

To, who knows, find their homes,

Or away from their homes ;

The strong breeze echoing

And a baby jumping down,

From the cliff of the house,

Floating as if it were the breeze.

Will anyone even listen,

If she sits and ponders upon it

Or is she lost in the seconds, tik-tok, tik-tok,

And now frets about this idea.

When there’s all chaos

Both the outside and inside ;

When people are stuck deadly

In their own loving homes

Where once they returned

For every comfort they craved ;

When people are confused

To even get out of their long-gone comforting beds

To do dishes, wash clothes,

To take a refreshing sip of their favourite tea

And read it all;

When people are struggling

With the simplest of dilemmas,

Will you dear, please

Listen to Your own people !

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Post Script: Let’s take really good and heart warming care of ourselves and our loved ones around. Let’s listen better and connect better and even do better fo ourselves. ❤