seemingly the people in this country
are of the opinion that God is cleansing
his Earth, not through wars, or hunger,
or a nuclear explosion but through this
virus.
pollution stopped. traffic gone.
civil wars suspended. Protests and
strikes stopped.
people are staying in their homes
praying and spending time with their
families.
those unfit shall die and shall be buried
without pomp, without the attendance of
other people.
health has become a priority, and washing
of hands and wearing masks have become
compulsory necessities.
and then the conclusion comes, whatever
we think bad happens, still turns out to be
for the good of all.
may we survive and may we still enjoy the
beauty of this world, less our bad habits,
less our negligence, less the way how
we neglected nature's laws, and silent rules.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem