Elysium --lost and found

Quarantined in dorm like lice and mice

I live on rationed salt and rice

The twenty books have been read twice

I wonder how I get over the pandemic vice

 

Despite COVID-19 news in the websites

I zoom and browse for something nice

Places can be travelled virtually, at fireside

Then suddenly I come across “my poetic side”

As if An Elysium lost and found in sight

Poetry and poets,old and new,are side by side

Life is so refreshed, so rich and bright

Now I know I can get along/through all right

 

A habitat without bamboo groves is of no worth

With Nniad, the world won’t be a barren earth

The spiritual can not live in the lodge of lice

Without poetry,life might as well be church mice