Victims

Victims of Corona,

The fear of Corona.

Has traversed along,

To embed in our brains like birdsongs.

Stranded are those,

Who is staying abroad?

With one single hope,

Which helps us to cope.

How do I reach my country?

Yes, I‘m very hungry.

Hungry to see my land,

To touch the soil and yes, I would stand.

My fingers get numb,

As if I have become dumb.

What a weird world is this?

No mercy for people who asks themselves is it this?

When will I reach?

This is the word in my speech.

Oh God, help me to be out,

Will never, ever leave and go out.