The alarm has stopped ringing
And, I want to get out
I want to smell the white dahlias
And see the blooming Bougainville
But I got to hold tight
For it won't be right.

Morning stroll has taken a troll
For god's sake, I am bored at home
Doing nothing has become an ideal chore
And now, I feel like fat Thor.

What situation is this
When the air is right
But we haven't earned the celebration right

I miss those gleaming laughter therapies
But I won't risk my family hierarchy
My hands are trembling;
My eyes are dim and white
But I manage to pull through a smile for those at the frontline...

                   ~NIKITA MANSINGHKA