POEM
The days of lockdown were hard,
And I was hankering to move out of home.
It couldn't be fulfilled but fulfillment was done by dreaming.
The roads were dreary, deserted and desolated,
Only the birds could be seen darted.
The pathways and hedges were also dumb,
And my desperate soul grew numb.
The fear in the heart,
Was not departing.
It made the will ill.
The whole world was destructed,
No medicines could cure,
No vaccines could cure,
Only Heaven’s grace could cure.
The environment revived,
Itself into the original form.
The greenery maintained.
Again the nature became so pleasant and prosperous sublime.
