The world outside beckons out to me dewdrops, morning mist and spring flowers blooming I sniff the air, hear the chirp of the silent birds there is mystery, melancholy and a mystic morning The pollution no more, each day so pure I can see the minarets and temple bells again Smoggy clouds disappeared in lockdown too tis truly the time for introspection For tomorrow we may revert back to our lives Look outside the ‘Window” , its time to revive !

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