I was enjoying my retired life,
With my children and my wife.
Spending my saving and my pension,
Oh! There was no tension.
I felt my place full of command,
As I fulfilled everyone’s demand.
Suddenly I started coughing with fever,
The family gazed at me, amazed forever.
Oh! Papa is suffering with Covid-19,
He should be kept isolated in quarantine.
My master bedroom was replaced by the small guest room,
I saw the faded walls full of gloom.
As days passed I could hear their whisper,
All stood away from me discussing in despair.
Only my little cat was with me,
She mewed and gently rubbed me.
The door opened and I saw my wife holding a tray,
You will have to go to the hospital, I can only pray.
I was utterly shocked with the news of isolation,
I am not the victim, I cried in desperation.
I saw a three feet mop,
My daughter in law was disinfecting and swop.
Not once did anyone talk with me,
I realised death was nearing me.
I heard the siren of the ambulance,
I sat with the doctors in mental turbulence.
I looked at my villa for one last time,
Mentally preparing myself for quarantine.
On the fifteenth day I was declared free and negative,
And as I moved out of the hospital I took a decision effective.
I started walking towards a directionless destination,
Never to return home after my emotional assassination.