What is Time?
What is Time?
Between day before yesterday, yesterday
And today only difference has been the food I ate.
What I did, if you ask me, can’t remember of late.
Eat, sleep and write has been the only thing I am doing
Yet in a mechanical way, I live my life, that has been my undoing.
The virus has infected my mind, ennui I feel, one of its kind
This poem, a spontaneity to your question, hope you don't mind.