Songs of Tears

Covid become one among the

trade of neighbouring friends;

sufferings become daily bread

oceans of tears for dried heart.

They even restrict the last kiss

allotted for their beloved’s burial,

wrapped with clouds of mystery bag,

many hearts wept by realizing.

Yesterday's alive smile turns into

today's frozen lips of cold blood,

string of happiness had gone.

Chambers of heart separate

becomes a fragment of grief;

years of harvest of love and joy

spin into an hour of ashes;

Poverty and pain are the fixed

image of each retina of groundlings.

Dawn of happiness vanished

burial denied fragrance of fire emerge,

searing wind brings ashes of beloveds.

Weep from the deep sea of separation,

sob from the colourless field of life,

tears from the endless pain of memories.

Flowers upon her graveyard are the gift

Of daughter’s affection to mother’s love;

gift of unshed flower message her

she is fine in the hands of nature.

-S. Neethumol (20ENG505)