Indebted Forever

We are indebted seriously To all free spouts covered Whose nozzles hardly suspire And hanged up to rest in subsequent sighs But keep hoping the wait be over soon We are indebted seriously To all hands withheld from howdy to observe Social distance relations it doesn't admire As we do wanting to draw the heaven nigh But only with words, most people reach for the moon We are indebted forever To the lives lost to Corona virus That are most likely to have been saved For more grace to sail in the boat of life But to no avail, all efforts proved abortive We are indebted forever To the streets littered with corpses Of the less privileged burnt as offerings In fear not to spread the virus But in surprise, the rich were given befitting burials We are indebted forever To the health personnel Who lost their lives Trying to save others' lives in duty But beyond aid, they crossed the bar We are indebted forever To the press reporters Spreading information and saving lives Reaching out to audiences in risk But for honor, they were not awarded We are indebted forever To those who lost their jobs to pandemic And couldn't find another means of survival Than to watch their lives in the hand of hunger But for hope, it was just hoping for the uncertain We are indebted forever To those that died of hunger Whose death was recorded as corona death So as to make numbers and headlines But while starving, nothing much came through... We are indebted forever To the stage of earth And nature's reaction Beyond science research That no vaccine ideally set us free We are indebted forever To the kind hearted men Who did give away in abundance Than the societies less expected In secret that sorrows flee many houses Happy survival! To all who God's grace kept From the touch of Corona And still breathe Without trouble in healthy system We can not do this forever Crying for love, for hatred, for death And forget the sick Rose and the healthy night For peace ahead of us in regret Wandering lonely as a thick cloud In the eyes of time traveling through the clock Where end is not ascertained like the blast of waterfall When... when shall we gladly go For cheers, for gaze and for praise That are ceased up in Corona's craziness?