Trigger Warning: Covid Death
I can’t even say,
I have left hope aside,
My hope flutters like,
Life on ventilators.
Here we are facing dark days,
Never ending death rates,
Escalating with speed,
Prayers being unheard,
Pleas falling on deaf hearts.
Neglected patients,
Dying outside hospitals,
Gasping for breath,
the ones whose hope fluttering,
Demanding lungs,
For supply of O2.
Relatives, kids, women, men,
Everyone’s eyes moisten,
Wailing, howling, cursing.
Unstoppable tears…
To fall..
Throughout their lives,
Will miss their loved ones,
For their whole life,
Will be left alone with memories.
Fragrance of different flowers,
Will remind days of togetherness,
Those fresh fragrances,
Will be dried with the seasons,
Merged with fragrance of incenses,
Will burn to revive fragrances of golden days.
Imagination growing strong,
From photo frames,
In different sizes,
Will be hanging on the walls.
Wails will stop,
Coz no one will hear or ignore,
Still! Universe will stay guilt free.
No one will feel pain,
Hearts will suffer blocks,
From every house one will hear,
Almost similar story,
of sufferings and deaths,
So hearts will then turn heartless.
One more straw left to burden,
For additional grievances,
is the count of deaths,
To fill the forms for death certificates,
And the name appearing,
In register,
collecting statistics of deaths,
And the names of loved ones,
Will Change into number,
No name will be left,
Left behind will be ID number.