Suspended in time we wait , For the passing of the dreaded virus, Each day we wake, thinking Today we will resume our interrupted life. ,
But while we wait , time is passing by . Days slipping away into weeks and months. Winter turning to spring and summer , The monsoons around the corner .
Can we stop the day from dawning , The sun from shining, as we wait ? Can we stop the moon from rising , Marking the end of another day ?
Can we stop the wind from blowing, Or the rain from falling ? Can we stop the flow of seasons, Can we make time stand still ?
Nature is alive and transient , Changing with the passage of time , Wild birds and animals are walking , The streets which once men trod , As we remain shut – in.
What happens to us now , we ask, While we live suspended in time, Waiting to reclaim our old life ? Do we grow old without ageing ? Do we get another lease of life ?
Mary Jacob 