Will it kill us all, Mum?
You say, one gets the sum
Of one's deeds---all of them;
Now it doesn't seem the same.
I've just stepped at thirteen;
Won't I too be spared by COVID-19?
I wish to meet more people;
I wish to soar on the ripple
Of my fantastic land,
Holding your and Dad's hand.
Corpses on corpses are getting piled;
I don't want to be exiled,
Mum, don't want to be exiled.
You say, I'll be a big man,
An honorable and pure man;
I need to grow up
With your club.
Won't this virus let me go?
Can't I fulfill my dreams and grow?
Please, don't you cry, Mum;
I'm ready to get my sum.
True feelings of a teenager are recorded here. We are under the spell of Corona.
Your fear is genuine. We are going through a bad time. But we have to face the reality and fight. You are young and beautiful and miles to go. So be hopeful. A nice poem straight from the heart. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cordial thanks to both of you.