This too shall pass!

                                                                                                    (Photo by Anindito Mukherjee/Getty Images)

Cries of humans young and old

tossed around like withered autumn leaves,

echoing through the lifeless streets.

Days a blur, nights ice-cold.

 

An act of desperation, an act of goodwill.

Consoling others, downplaying the inner turmoil.

No luxury of grieving over the lives lost.

Breathless, but the journey only goes uphill.

 

Embers of endless funeral pyres,

Burning the imprints into innocent minds.

Soul-crushing flames igniting dread,

Dreams haunted by mass cremations.

 

A story of the gallantry of unsung heroes

Painting silver lining on bloody skies.

Every soul fighting with all their might

Despite the murderous havoc, endless woes.

 

Every unstrained breath, owing to endless prayers.

Every moment lived, a feat to celebrate.

Every slight thump of the heart,

a roaring triumph of hope over the deathly virus.

 

With your head held high warrior, take a deep breath.

You have lived a life of righteousness.

The epitome of resilience and strength.

Fear not, for your soul transcends life and death.