There was a time few weeks back I was stuck , still. Yet a lot was going on. My bones broke. I could not walk. I did not know how. The pain was killing all hope. But I was trying. Constantly. I was not clear what the next step was. But I was not willing to accept being frozen.
The first free steps felt unsteady. And now with coronavirus ,the world has stopped. As I am in the last leg of my recovery , the only thing I haven't tried yet is going out far on my own.
Without even knowing when ,feet have learnt to bear my whole being again. At home with no maids the feet have supported me through kneading dough to washing utensils.
Still , stand still everything
The black sheet of the night
Open your eyes
You will see the faraway tree
Standing under the stars
Empty roads
Sound of a car
As you listen to them
One road leads to another
The railway yard
It's empty
The trains trail the tracks
Empty coaches
Still have windows
That look out.
