In the nestled coven, with a rusty bed
Surrounded in bedroom’s musty smell
An elongated quarantine with overwashed hopes
Seems like a never-ending loop de loop.

Every struggle called life, coming to a halt
Every valiant opportunity going past by
As one’s world shrinks into a capsule
Afraid of a protein-coated nucleic acid molecule.

A world in war with itself is all I could see
Lost daily wages, and starving eyes of children
Closed market shops, unprivileged stops
A wrinkled face of hankering, unable to soar

Looking out of the window, as if in a cage
Suffering the glitches, in its hopeless phase
Holding on to the future, ready to rage
The world I see, in its three, dimensioned page

From ancient wisdom to the modern globe
The crushed human spirit, under a flimsy mood
Held its nerve together, like a phoenix bird
“This too shall pass” as they always said.

No matter how crushed it gets,
We shall get it right, with a strong Herculean step.
Like all mankind, setting aside hate
Together we march forward, even if a little late.