The horror of the night is for those, who have no shelter,
Same as the Covid-19 patient struggling for hospital beds.
These two lucky lovers at least have the bed,
They are at the eye meeting distance from each other.
A flowing river carries everything with it,
A still pond waits for the rainy season.
We are the image of our thoughts and actions,
Pandemic taught us many bitter lessons.
We corrected ourselves from being far wasteful,
All our acquired resources are getting exhaustible.
Two love birds out in the dark night of life,
Searching for the ray of hope which is aloof.
These two lucky lovers at least have the bed..........they are fortunate! Well composed...5 stars
Not all get this grace to be together always but your poem is just explicit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes change of mood is what required.