Unknown India

  So what if I don't have wings to fly out of this boxed life, so what if the Pandemic has clamped my door and I can't step out and walk on the dew drenched grass? So what? My mind is not bound, not chained,not clamped! A thousand iron chains cannot make it a prisoner, nor can  a hundred locks cannot  keep it in confinement. So I am out , escaping through the window of my mind to luxuriate in the boundless,limitless freedom as I reach the ethereal blue of the sky. I roll over the soft white clouds, bathe in the pink and crimson of the sun as it starts its westward expansion, painting the sky in vermilion and orange.Pensively I can lose myself anywhere I like , over the undulating plains of the Steppes, where cows graze lazily or moos as daylight simmers. I can see the deer play with its fawn in the Amazonian forest, and the lion,s royal yawn. As I fly north ,I see the reindeer shake off dollops of snow from those antlers but in a wink I am with the kangaroo and it's joey.