Do Not Grieve Poem by Mohammad Younus

Oh scratch not anew my sores,
It reminds me of my pain once more,
I am pained, in my faded garden,
Buds blossom into flowers no more,
I see many a budpassing away,
I am bereaved, I do not see smiling faces any more,
I see people falling victims to COVID nineteen,
In my poems you won't find Leila and Shirin any more,
In my orchards the trees are laden with paled fruits,
I am not carrying a fruit basket any more,
I am passing days alone in my quarantine,
Nobody around to care for me any more,
Oh, mothers are weeping, wives are wailing,
Brothers are shouldering the coffins even more,
Who will bury our near and dear?
No one will place wreathes on their graves any more,
What a pity! We never imagined our ill fate,
There isn't any healer in sight any more,
My heart is weeping, but my eyes aren't wet any more,
Oh dear, spring shall begin anew, gardens bloom,
Be happy, do not mourn and moan any more,
Tulip gardens and rose gardens shall not be shut up any more.

Mykoul