In recent times, there came a storm
The devastation caused was above the norm
Unheard of and unknown to the masses
It engulfed lives and left carcasses
Amidst the storm stood an old tree
Looking with apprehension and uncertainty
The leaves were fragile and had fear in their eyes
The trunk cried for help from the skies
All of a sudden, a calm and composed voice was heard
'Keep calm and stay undisturbed,
because even the darkest night has to turn into the brightest day,
This too shall pass, come what may! '
It was not from the skies overhead
But by the roots beneath the words were said.
The roots anchored and strengthened the foundation,
Without them, the storm would cause denudation.
The storm is the pandemic and the tree is our nation
We all are like the frail leaves who get all the protection
By the roots who face the infection
The roots are the COVID warriors
Who put their lives at stake and became the country's saviours
They faced the virus like strong barriers
Salute to their sacrifices because, Warriors are not just dead, they are Martyrs!
-Avani Sirsikar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inspiring poem....5*****