The streets are silent now.
They no longer pulsate
With the chaotic throb of life.
They do not groan anymore
Under the onus of avaricious
Or over-anxious humanity.
Yes, the cacophonic din is ebbing.
It is retreating into
The inky gallows where it belongs.
Even the wind no longer rustles.
It does not rage anymore
Like a petulant, demanding brat.
Now, it whispers past on padded feet,
Almost silent in its subdued cautiousness.
The new dawn that breaks now
Creeps up mutely
On the canvas of a cornflower sky.
The dulcet tones, the cadent chirps
Of the birds ring out, and yet,
They too are not raucous.
What is wrong?
Are we in mourning?
Is Earth dead?
The Earth is not dead – not yet!
I believe it is recuperating,
Languidly coming to life under
The aegis of a ‘New Normal’.
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