Sunset is no longer beautiful
As it reminds me of flames
That wolfed many humans.
The smoke of cremations
Changed its radiance
Even hues of the sky seem muted.
Sunset seems that robber
Who colluded with a tiny virus
To deprive many of their basic right.
Souls soar to meet the unknown
While we look teary-eyed
As each home is in mourning.
Soot sits on the trees
Lending darkness to the sun
Its glory snatched by the pyres.
The mighty and the powerful
Look helplessly
No defeat was ever so enormous!
© Balroop Singh, May, 2021.
This poem tries to express the emotions of Pandemic affected people of India, clawed by Covid – 19.
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