Of Seclusion

The sights from seclusion,

It is vast and vivacious.

The crimson colours,

The cumulus clouds.

The songs of bird,

The fluttering leaves,

They are all sensed,

Such a serene seclusion.

The sacred seclusion it is.

Veggies in variety,

Complained yet forgiven.

Prayers and prostrations immense.

Confinement in joy.

The classical tunes,

The modern muses,

The hymns and paeans together.

Confined with gratitude,

Sheltered and secured and sacrificed.

Obliged and thankful I am

To the one and only,

And many others at forefront. 

A poem written from quarantine facility during Covid-19 Days.