Desolation


You're going to walk hand in hand, one day,
In a frenzy neighborhood.
Not a lifetime ago,
Three wasn't a crowd.
High-five-ing, not social distancing.
But getting to catch up with family,
Doesn't sound miserable.
Desolation is for the ones,
Left all alone in a room.
None to call 'a family'.
Some lost a dear one,
Other bade goodbye to a Grandma from afar,
While an owner's passion shut down.
Can you hear the hunger?
A stomach growling,
Two meals has already been skipped.
Our world is in great distress.
Perhaps, time is the only hope.
Sufferings are yet to be abolished.
A day without fear,
Is it nearing by?

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