Quarantined
The humans quarantined as the cities lockdowned, In the shackles of prevention bodies get bound. Uneasy, restless and boring it is, without worldly gazes, But what about the soul, quarantined since ages? Quarantined in the sheath of body, casqued¹ Whose true self we never revealed and kept it masked. The quarantined thoughts, which we never shared, With the jingoism² and judgementality around, they wouldn't have been spared. The unfulfilled wishes, quarantined as unshed tears, The pain and baggage of those the heart still bears. The unsaid words, quarantined inside mouth, They could have hurt someone, so we made them couth³. And the unexpressed fears, quarantined besides machoism/ feminism, Expression of which can dilapidate⁴, our regime of self-fascism⁵. Isn't this mental quarantine worst than physical , Why haven't we observed the thing so empirical⁶? The "most dangerous accidents⁷" happening every second in mind, That physical death...