Ordeal (COVID-19)

No one near

No one about

Whenever they

Open their eyes

There’s a ceiling

Ghastly white

Curtains dull

Standing immobile

Beeps and blips

Whirring sounds

Of machines pushing

Air inside

Can’t discern

If it’s day or night

Footsteps many

Distant voice

The only signs

Of active life

Few winks of sleep

Few stares at the roof

And a long wait

For the woes to end

As time keeps moving

Sluggishly

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar