The Passing Cloud Poem by Amrutha H Rao

For people get-togethers were obligatory...
But gathering is now being held in crematory!
Joy, placid and togetherness subsided...
Despair, anxiety and discreteness resided!

Children not living their dreams are barred...
People covered in bags, lying down in graveyard!
Masked are people and their charming smiles...
More than citizens, people are now hostiles!

Loved ones lost, some dead alive...
Hospitals filled, seems like a behive!
Containing the situation, indeed hard...
The frontline warriors, standing like a guard!

The pandemic pounced as though a goon...
There is always hope, this too shall pass soon!
We shall come out with flying colours, say aloud...
The wind decides the speed of the passing cloud! !