The turbulent days have appeared.
Grieve, mourn, wail , whine is all that can be heard.
For once we wish to breathe ,
And explore the world beneath.
The world is ending , it seems.
But together have come the extremes.
For once we wish to meet those,
Whom we forgot but were close.
Every family is coming together ,
Dealing with this catastrophe altogether.
For once we wish to go to our favourite place,
Pulling out from our futile diurnal race.
There’s so much damage done in a day ,
That everyday prefers yesterday.
For once we wish to enjoy those days ,
Which were bleated by us always.
Written By: Rutvi Dhruva