Turmoil

Massive is this turmoil,

Who knew it would spoil.

Life has devastated,

Future has cheated.

To embark on a new way,

Seems to break the whole way.

Fragments and pieces,

Symbolizes as centerpieces.

Life is on the verge of turmoil,

Looks like water kept to be boiled.

Waiting to plunge in,

Is the only thing which rings.

This deadly disease which has bought us so much of pain,

Has left our existence with no more gain.

What if we perish?

Will there be anyone to heal and cherish?