Pandemic Poetry

Let's just hope everything will be fine.

Fear never gives anything, but hope is sublime.

Our Earth will be alright again,

She will survive all the pain.

Let's stay physically distant but closer to each other's entity.

A few moments more and again we will be free.

Till then why not nurture those little things,

Which were suppressed under hectic life and we had forgotten to behold dreams.

I, a cheerful poet here, will be happy

If you can be encouraged by this scribble writing, or you can say naive poetry.

If happiness was fleeting, then how can sadness be long-lasting?

Trust me, this is just a bad phase, and this too shall be passing.