Off the Rat Race

It is silent
It is always silent, now
It is quiet
It is always quiet, now
It is still
It is always still, now
I can hear a pin drop
I can hear a faint sigh
No ariya( merry making) to be had
No movement of any kind
A total cessation of the rat race
That had characterised our former existence
In short, it was our very existence
We lived for it
We longed for it
We yearned for it
Now, we are on lock down
We’re on a leash!
Encaged
Encased
Bound after a manner!
A kinda house arrest!
We can only hope we’ll be let off the leash soon
To pick up where we left off
In the rat race