Writer's Block and Lockdown

Ritika Singh

Trying to capture the sunset in words,
With hues of heaven and hell.
I struggle to write verses of beauty,
But the words fail to ring a bell.

My mind is facing a lockdown,
Just like our own-selves.
Where we are trapped in our homes,
Like the classics on the shelves.

You wanted to be at home,
When you had to attend a board.
Just like I wanted to rest my mind,
So that the words can be hoard.

But now when you are at home,
And my words are at rest.
We long to go back to work,
The place where we were the best.

All that we can do today,
Is wait for the status to get better.
For this is the thing with hope,
It reaches you letter by letter.

By the time the situation is restored,
Let's donate and dance and cook.
Let's care and share with people around,
The ones that we read in the books.

What if I couldn't capture the sunset,
In words of my choice.
There are still a thousand reasons,
For me to rejoice.

Find your reasons to be happy,
For the writer's block affects not the town.
Verses I wrote might not be of a sunset,
But surely about the lockdown.