HEAL THE WORLD! (TALES OF INCLUSIVITY) #Blogchatter #WriteAPageADay

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More than two years have crawled by, with a virus having brought life to a standstill. The variants continue to evolve, along with the vaccines, and it is to be fervently hoped that the end of the pandemic is nigh. Many are the habits that have been inculcated, and hopefully, these habits will continue to stay on in the lives of human beings everywhere. Precious lessons have been learnt even as valuable lives have been lost.

My poem ‘Heal The World’ is an effort to encapsulate the COVID years that held the world to ransom.

Heal The World 

The invisible organism in the air did reel,

Spreading its deadly touch, wherever it did wheel.

The world suddenly paused, took a prolonged break,

There was more than just disease and devastation at stake.

People across the globe were asked to take a step back,

Stay at home; lock the doors; cut no one any slack,

The virus was dangerous, it showed no mercy at all,

It could infect without bias; it could spread a grey pall.

The young were able to protect themselves, oh yes,

It was the aged who had to suffer all the duress.

“Wash your hands, wear a mask, was the constant refrain,

Be wary of hugs and kisses if you want to break the chain.”

Social media buzzed with catchwords and warnings stern,

“If you don’t stay safe, next will be your turn!”

The numbers rose to unbelievable heights

As nations across the globe cancelled all their flights,

Quarantine became the new global word,

No more could people be part of the herd.

Social distancing was practised, all gatherings banned

Labour Day went by, without folks lifting a hand.

As people stayed within, their vehicles unused,

The air was cleaner, the environment no longer abused.

Across the world, the death rate steadily mounted,

Each positive case, every flouted rule was counted,

Governments everywhere made their own stringent laws,

Just so that they could clean up their acts, give the virus a pause.

Maybe Mother Nature in her suffering had needed a shield,

For today, men are suffering, but she herself has healed.

Word Count: 355

Comments

  1. Tomichan Matheikal2/20/2022 04:21:00 AM

    The world stands in need of much healing. As you say, some cleaning up from our side is essential for that.

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