When Shall This Pandemic End Poem by Mohammad Younus

Vow! the spring foliage!
The brightful fragrant flowers!
My good Lord!
I would see it in the morning,
And ask of it in the evening.
On my hills, in my gardens,
I would gaze at it,
From near, from afar,
I yearn, I wonder,
If I can see it to-day,
Or shall have to wait,
Still, till to-morrow.
Sadness I feel at morn,
Sadness I feel at eve,
Heart-rending grief eating me,
Drying my eyes with my sleeves,
And never for a moment dry!
When shall this pandemic end? .

Mykoul