A Christmas poem, in the backdrop of pandemic, by Prasanna, exclusively for Different Truths.
Lo! Arrived yet another Christmas With songs of Yuletide, bringing hope and cheers, Albeit, looming darkness of the pandemic, with its mutants still on ride, roaring tears of dominance and power, being crushed are the innocents under tyrannical commanders, unsolicited calls of the rampage, brutal snatching of souls as their breath is at stake, with the eventual massacre from outraging the modesty, S... senseless authorities, M... mindless mentalities, C... cruel intentions, ruling the roost. seasons passing yet, the showers of bliss till to touch the hearts Winters are raged to the burning in the heat of wildfires, Walking through the forests is the mankind gorging every bit of land, rivers dried out to become a deluge in the flow of streaming unpredictable Weather conditions, Yes, festivals and years passing through the times, I’m still waiting for the tunes of harmony, under the stars of the Blue Moon.
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