Enemy lurks, outside my door,
Tightly locked, inventory stored,
I try hard to remain out of sight,
In his vision, I own no might.
Indoors, locked with my family all,
The outside quiet, now inside bawls,
Eerie silence of the stilled roads,
Is contrasted by bedlam indoors.
I raise my eyebrow, command,
Demanding my kids to quell the band,
Amidst happiness of holidays prepone,
I strive and fail to work from home.
I plead to wife, to hush the fuss,
Masalas pounded, and blender crush,
Amidst the babel of TV blare,
I struggle to read, the book I stare.
Amidst the din and noise of house insane,
I hear my wife’s grey strands complain,
Tune my ears, to daughter’s ways,
Listen alert, my Son’s stories, all day.
The silence outside, the lurking lull,
I must thank, as i brood and mull,
The sounds of life, my flesh and blood,
Now I appreciate, as gratitude floods.