Hope

The beauty of the luminescent sky,

Its radiance excels beyond my eyes,

And then I realise,

I have been blindfolded by lies.

For we have named it isolation,

For what might be liberation.

Liberation from the things we stressed on,

For happiness is not on Amazon.

We wouldn't call it a home,

If it was just another dome.

For home is a place,

Where you find solace.

For home is a place of people's joy,

A joy we have forgotten to enjoy,

A joy we have destroyed,

For busy at work we were deployed.

Some call it nature's war against humanity,

I call that insanity.

For she is trying to heal the wound we created,

For all her greens, black we painted.

Some time for herself is all that she asks,

Stay home, stay safe, that's our task.

Death was inevitable then,

And so it is now.

But hope we had then,

Turned to be fear now.

For death had many names then,

We fear it with one name (COVID-19) now.

From, hey! how are you,

To, hope we all are fine,

The hope is still alive in us,

A hope to see the light from our shrines,

A hope that the sun shall rise against all this mess,

A hope that all our hopes shall intertwine.