the night is aging slowly … it walks down
a long distance amid rumble and
resonance of trilling cacophony of deaths!
rain stopped its downpour,
a phantom silent killer shatters all bliss of nights,
in the wailings of thousands
a wounded virtual world is rolling
in its orbit without freedom,
all my thoughts of life, in failure and success
are haunting me, in darkness I am looking for
an illuminating hope to move forward,
to comprehend an invisible assassin!
my days before me, my nights behind me,
my well-beings around me— it took away grudgingly,
the world will not fail to deter the strongest
landfall of that venomous gale,
the world will be resurrected from
despondency to exuberance!
some fearless clouds will offer me again
rains and thunder,
again, in the lake of lily rain will pour down,
I will listen to the murmurings of the splashing waves,
its whisperings to me!
I will snatch some patches of clouds
to bathe in a full moon!
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Hope and determination, force and vigor of life will enable us to vanquish the invisible assassin virus- we will touch the sprinkles of rain again.