Time Game

Nobody knows,

What's kept in the box?

Everbody bows,

When the death ticks on the clocks.

World is constrained,

To the present situation.

Distance has to be maintained,

Holding all the emotions.

The containers are emptying,

Children are starving.

Trains are not being booked,

Bricks have to be cooked.

Befooling our kids,

Fighting all the risk.

Hoping for the sun to rise again.

Winning over this excruciating pain

Factories are locked.

Noone's door can be knocked.

This suffering is enough.

We need to be little rough.

Pack your bags and lets leave.

There is no cure for this grief.

No option left except to roam.

Soon, we'll be safe at home.

Numerous of labours,

Devoid of wages.

Thirsty and furious,

Calming their enrages.

Walking miles to find their aims,

Sleeping onto the tracks and lanes.

Few are safer and reach homes,

Few are dead with missed calls on their phones.

Multitudes of people, their small kids,

Agonized in thirst & hunger.

Gets some water & food in their guts,

Rest at the road to slumber.

See the cheer in their eyes,

When the cost of that cannot be priced.

The current world needs this relief.

Where nobody is alone in their grief.

Till then we should hold the patience,

Understanding the demand of situation,

Following the necessary restriction,

With all faith, care and caution.