And just like that a war began.
A war neither fought with weapons
Nor amongst countries or empires.
A war not to conquer territories,
But to touch the sun and see the seas,
A war to survive and feel the breeze.
They said "it was bad, really really bad"-
Those who are surviving must fear for their death.
The bodies keep on piling as the death toll rises,
Morgues run out of space, the dead find place in the churches.
The world locks down and all the hustle and bustle silently vanishes,
The empty streets remain as nothing but witnesses.
Few stay home to stay safe.
Few stay home to let others stay safe.
Time seems quite different these days,
It flies but still stands still,
Awaiting the wounds of the world to heal.
While at home some take rest,
Some try to do their best,
Some cry for the rest,
While some take pleasure in unrest.
But for some the days are tough and the nights are cruel,
Bread and butter no less than jewels.
Tears roll down from one's eyes and hands unknown come to wipe,
To smile with hope on the gloomiest days and the darkest nights, that is life.
So must we fight and we shall keep on fighting,
To conquer the forces unseen unheard of,
With the hope to again breathe in air fresh and safe,
And hold hands like once we did,
And feel free to go wherever the heart wants,
And remember it's all a matter of chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem. on. Corona