THIS TOO SHALL PASS
With desserted roads and thin crowds around us
Countless lives lost and families in mourning among us
As the unseen virus puts up distance between us
People walk miles and miles to their safe abode before us
Yet let us not lose hope and stay thankful for
For the nameless souls fighting the faceless virus
For the white clad ones caring for the rest of us
For the men in khakkis marching with just a mask
For the milkman, kirana chacha and delivery men
For our human spirit willing to keep us in existence
For being human and alive!
