The nights are cold
cold that wretch our fears
Little did we know humanity
is at the brink of exit
scrambled in tatter nights of fears
the night came with the plague
sometimes the ambulance race
passed my window
another fallen hero evaporates too quickly
men are absent in lonely cathedrals
the night came and hide us in castles
like the fury of Thanos' fingers
we all evaporate in nothingness
to COVID-19 woes never forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece. It captures the essence. Great pen.