Not a Futile Dream
I have a dream
Where flower petals will rain
On the world, stitching
With the others in their fall
A garland that the rain angels
In their awe and reverence
W'd drape around the world
For standing up in unity
Against Coronavirus ferocious
The multi corned devil
Which has woefully bedeviled
The billions of people lives
Lined up for survival in a battle epic
That has thwarted the human brain
Stretching it to its last neurons
And taking a heavy toll on lives
Emotionally in tatters
And economically in ruins.
Trampled under the devil's feet
And devastated by its preemptive strike
Fear not the human race
You will live to take this fight
To another day, trust me
There will be a new dawn, it will be yours
When this malady ghastly you will put
On the run and in banishment,
The world will recede no further
Let tears of grief flow in abundance
In memory of our unforgotten souls
Who checkmated by fate
Waited for death in isolation, which
Denied them a say to a final goodbye
To their kins before passing away,
And in memory of thousands few, who
Fighting hard to push the calamity back
Fell down fighting their last war.
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2020
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