Love Always

Losing it one by one

First the hair 

Then the eyes

Hearing loss

Progressive decline

No strength in muscles

Dry twig-like bones

Cracking without sound

But in this broken me

One part stays intact

i.e. love for humanity

This pandemic has

Rendered millions,

Homeless, jobless,

Walking cross country 

With blistering feet

For days nothing to eat

With one objective

i.e. reach home safely

This love translates 

Into giving money to

Them, so no one goes

Hungry to bed. No child

Is heard crying, finding

Mother's nipples dry.

I am with them in spirit.

They are in my prayers

This body cannot travel

I do my little!