I remember muddy footprints in my home, Often been scolded as I loved to roam, I remember coming out in eve to play, Also listening ghost stories at the end of the day. now what do I exactly miss here, Enthusiasm on the streets or kids cheer, and what happened to those melancholic attires, Did technology ruined minds or its fate conspired. Everything here seems extreme silence, People sound chaotic and not in balance, I wish to put some colours in this faded world, But I also feel poisoned and my actions curled. #home #love #quarantine
