Stuck with cabin fever

Blown away by the avalanches

Of pictures and words,

Equally by those sound bites,

Sans messages any…

I shrunk deeper into the crevices

Of what remained of mother earth

After the oceans covering three parts

Of us and ebbing with marvelous life,

And that includes happily many deserts

And uninhabitable lands which also include

Alas, my dried up rural India.

So I looked up at the pleasant sky,

Listlessly wiped the screens of polluters,

To see into, beyond the pleasant starlight

For some reclusion… and pity it was,

There lay in the universe a replica

Of what is contained in this cell.

That made me put with my cabin fever

And climb through the mess for good.