It' a Monday morning though
Things are altogether tough
Streets are barren and silent
Did the nature go violent?
No children out in play
No people on their way
No horns of vehicles heard
Which used to be so hard.
Everyone thinks, “Is it my
turn next?”
Prays, "Save me from this
net".
Wash your hands is what all
say
Now that's the only hopeful
ray.
When will we back from this?
No one has an answer to this
Oh Lord ! Bless Us, Be Kind,
Be Merciful, Give us a strong
Mind.
-
By Smt. Sheeja Nellayappan
