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A billion point four in My Neghborhood - Day one of the India lockdown COVID-19

THEY WERE A BILLLION POINT FOUR
By Shreefal Mehta.    25 Mar 2020

To hear this read out: https://youtu.be/To0LPaYu3IE

They were a billion point four
Or so, who’s keeping score?
Seven hundred million arguments or more
Travelling on the same path;  but right not left, left not right.
Still carrying the same past, creed and caste, black and white
Me before You, Us before them
Look up Look down, Lock down Lockdown!
Billion point four no more going out
All together breathe in breathe out
Look up look down look all around
Who are you? My family and my brood
My help, my ‘hood and yes my mood.
All together now breathe in breathe out
Billion point four in my neighborhood!!
Air is clear – peace is dear
Can’t go out. Time to go in….
Watch the food!! Spark a good mood..
Games within games. Don’t call them no names…
Healthy body and healthy mind…
Oh, go ahead, I don’t mind…
All is clear, life is dear.
Mind is a bird, have no fear
Billion point four - act one for more
I’m human I am you man!
It’s you AND me, us AND them
All together breathe in breathe out.

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