A Song Of 2020 Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

In this new year's first morn
Littles run in the field of corn;
Joys are afresh and anew
With new happy hopes few.

The lovely little orange Sunray
Would bring beauty all the day,
The overwhelming joy worldwide
Is witnessed in this corn field of pride.

Let the terrible night never come again
When bombard fire finished the terrain,
It was the night of a day, a year or a century ago
From high above, wouldn't you witness the below.

Let the new morn cover the darkness of all terrible nights
O Lord, would you not light up to pass war cry out of the sights.