Is it not time we kill those man-made social constructs like religion, race, caste, and class in which humans still hide their inexistent honour? Emphasizing this thought, this free verse is written with six words in each line, and a six-word story is quoted at the end.
Disparaging sanity of love, honour glows.
The crushed dreams fuel its fire.
Quarantined, we can’t get down to use the community space nor go upstairs to use the common terrace.
To feed our hungry mouths, the closest vendor supplies groceries at our doorstep once a week, reaffirming humanity at the most needed times.
In addition, thanks to her for gifting us a smile with a photo of our home captioned, “Thanks for the warm welcome with your wonderful cloth garland!”.