Author: Mrs. Sreejata Ghosh, Educator
The days of lockdown had been such a bore
Oh Dear Grandma!
The music you could hear day long,
Was quite a variety of snore.
Yes, you heard it right-
Snoring, snoring and snoring all the way,
2020 had been after all, a long, lazy Sunday.
The weeks passed by dilly dally
No rush, no care,
No alarms on Monday morns,
No fright of the boss’ piercing stare.
Oh! What a year it had been!
Unique- one of a kind,
One, that decades had never seen.
Sleep and eat, eat and sleep
Snoring to glory, in unison of rhythmic beats.
Yeah, that had been quite like the routine of the day,
A year of exile, a year of solitude, a year of recluse,
You may say.
Oh Dear Grandma!
How I wish you lived to see this day!
It could soothe your longing to have us your playmates
It could rest your anxiety,
And fill your home with chirpy, exuberant days.
Oh! How you sighed with longing eyes and shriveled hands bare!
As our days evaporated in thin air,
Unlike you we never gathered a moment to stand and stare.
Unlike you we never played with the dew drops,
Unlike you we never cherished possessing a piggy bank or a collection box.
Unlike you we never yearned those hours of
Granny’s fables and fairies,
Unlike you we never contemplated maintaining our personal diaries.
2020 had brought the answer to all your despair!
Oh Dear Grandma!
We indeed received a while to stand and stare.
Some say it was a boon,
Some call it a bane.
Tell me Grandma,
Do you truly think
The year was long and mundane?
