Covid 19 - O' God, Please Open Thy Mercy Box And Grant Us Relief Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

As Corona virus keeps stretching its reign everywhere,
everyone in helplessness hides from its shadow with scare;
some so uncertain whether they will live or survive
some praying for safety, seeking divine grace to keep the virus away.

And as neighbors keep asking neighbors if they are fine,
friends keep grieving for friends who have just died;
families keep worrying about their fraternity near and afar,
children keep asking their teachers when is school.

People keep asking government for prompt medical treatment,
nations keep asking scientists to prepare vaccines for this virus;
as so many lives at risk and in danger all the while,
as so many walk past each other with fear of getting infected by the other.

Is this life we have to live today as we face our tomorrow?
Is this the reality that was waiting to unfold constant fretfulness?
Is this the time when for months without any respite we feel a thunder?
Is this the season which will never end the wounds it causes?

When will carefree days of laughter and joy return, ask children,
when will streets be full of vivacity and chaos, ask men and women;
when will churches be full of devotees asks priests every morning
when will life find rest from the upheaval of a virus, asks grandparents.

When will the year stop the month from counting fatalities?
Why will no remedies, no resistance, no rejection defeat the unending virus?
Why is the force and power of the infection so callous and imposing?
Why is man who has a mind so filled with intelligence feel so helpless?

Also why has this planet called the world which has lived together in unity
for centuries, respecting and revering every life and civilization,
now be a mass-grave when one life is all we get to live
and the virus is still clasping us to its bosom without any interrogation?

O' God will You, please open Thy box of mercy and grant us relief from it?