They say the skies are bluer

The clouds are pristine white

The air they say smells sweeter

And we witness a star spangled night

The birdsongs are more lovely

Peacocks dance in the street

Wild life ventures into cities

Their domesticated brethrens to greet

The trees it appears are taller

The grass on both sides green

The distant mountains are visible

The rivers are sparkling clean

Mother Earth they say is cleaning herself

They rejoice in her rejuvenated forms

The future they say will be beautiful

Different from all previous norms

I cannot imbibe their joyful vibes

Their hopes so gay and wild

Which mother i wonder cleans herself

With the blood of her dead child

(the idea of the earth rejuvenating during the pandemic at the cost of human lives never appealed to me)


What do you think?


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  1. Ah! The quarantine, lockdown and all these have varied thoughts๐Ÿฅฐ
    To some its earth’s way of healing to some a completely different version. But I loved how you depicted it.๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ but didn’t the humans pollute the pristine nature. I guess its karma, precisely. Beautifully written!๐Ÿ’š

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