A Healing Poem Poem by Rumpa Das

Who says the world is coming to an end?
Where is that affliction which love cannot mend?

Who says a virus has power like Devil?
When has Good cowered and not won over the Evil?

Who says there are worries, distress and more troubles?
Nothing is permanent: even lifetimes are just bubbles!


For know it, my dear people, after every darkest storm
There lies a brighter tomorrow, and that is God's own norm.
For know it, my dear friends, with every darkest night
God plans a lovelier dawn - happy, golden, bright!

For every woe on this earth is God's own design!
Has ever our good ol' Sun failed to rise up and shine?


We shall overcome if we shall trust our faith!
In His will we shall surrender and defeat darkest death!