How far are we from one other?

Six Feet Distance 

When it's a mantra we keep for now 
'six feet distance', not to embrace soon the six feet space in all hurry,
we clean our hands, we clean our body
Never bothered how the mind should.

It's just an aura that's created, to make 
people watch, life like a magic 
where illusions dance and reality dies.
And pretty well celebrate when one's mind and body is at six feet distance.

It's not that we run to meet the both ends
we run enough to break both ends
where the soul of relationships 
are hung and hanged until life bleeds 
lifeless, and yet tangible become the thoughts.

Why not conditions? when the world 
and the life we dwell is never unconditional.
Calculated is each moment,
and the future fortune teller in me, 
becomes my master who reminds me, of the 'six feet distance'.

© Parvathy Ramachandran




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