Terrific March

Passing through such harsh time

Touching anyone is became crime.

Roads are calling wheels,

While nature says, give me more time to heal.

Some are craving to get out of home,

Some are crying to get back home. 

 Barefeet, walk along the rough roadside,

Here are expensive feet resting in the air conditioning room side.

Books were used to rest in the corner side,

Now became inseperable part of daily life. 

Praying lips, tweeting grief found daily

Thanks Mr Sonu to stand up with many.

Mind yell, fed up with being cooped up!

Heart tell, still footsore walking on harsh road.

Rich wanted sunbath along beach side,

Poors obligated to sunburn with teary eyes.

Got bored of lying idle on bed?        

  Did you remember, how corpse were found on railway track!

Alien Rich face brought with a warm welcome,

Then, how own poor migrants got restricted to their native home?

Yet confuse what should I pray for, 

Nature's heal or human's chill?