In The Age Of Corona's Cage Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Coughing at your doorsteps
Summer's opening sounds terrible
No expectation from any season now
On my own, on my own spell
Untimely kisses of the time
And passionate pieces in pause
I learn to unlearn this age
This age plants the trees
that are peaceless
that emanate no shadow
But are full of fire
fire that undoes every word
Even the drunken souls too are afraid
Afraid of this very time
this very hour
this age of dreadful diseases
this age of technological transformation
this age empty of human bond
this age of useless youth
this age of lovely losses
this age wounding you and me
this age agonizing all of us
this age of uncertain stories
this age of acute thirst
I submit myself before the desired hour
Sinking into the merciless mist
I kneel there to sacrifice myself
I want not to be murdered
I must be hugged by mercy
Mercy, let us meet in midway
Is it your face, right?
See, the time too smiles to our aches.