One day, some day,
when the pandemic is over
and the world is back to normal
I will look back and miss
the quiet of Sundays:
the stillness, the peace,
the leisurely calm,
the silent streets emptied
of traffic and pedestrians
but for the odd two-wheeler or two
running an emergency.
The Sundays that kept us at home
from church, our social meetings,
the bells clanging at 10
in reminder of busier times.
For now, I will bask
in the soothing winter sunshine
and soak in this quietude.
