Pandemic: Covid 19 Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

If prayer houses are
safer not
What places are safer then?
When chambers close down
hospitals deny the treatment
no vaccine proper in hand
when PPE, ventilators -ICU not enough
when the air is heavy
with tears and sighs
when isolation -lockdown a daily gossip
when there is a breath
hard
and a cry for 0xygen
when neigbors shut the doors
funerals feared
when graveyards hesitate
to receive the gone
curses-crises paranoia on
calm and quite in all the front
when it is dark and less a light
i cannot paint it as full bright
all i can say with a heart pure
'In His Mercy we have a cure'.