When the world is plunged in sleep deep,
I sit on a sea-swept shore
And think of the havoc that covid-19
Is doing to humanity.
It is midnight.
The beautiful moon, untouched by Covid
Is not rejoicing her safe plight.
She is sad and shedding tears of grief.
The clouds, seeing her, cry out their hearts
And the rain drenches my naked body.
I look at the trees
Which are much older than me,
They speak out words of wisdom
With an uncompromising faithfulness to humanity.
In complete unison, they cry,
‘May man be protected from harm.’
While the stars commune silently,
Their sombre faces looking
At the debility of many men and women,
Undergoing a canny experience with Covid-19,
I walk back home carrying the weight
Of midnight moments, while the transparent
mysterious night starts embracing
The beautiful hours of the morning.