Jamsheed Ahmad Baba
We are nowhere;
But we will be somewhere.
We are out of gear;
But there will be some care.
Life has a common fear;
But we will more from here.
No one is dear;
But there will be someone waiting in the air.
There is no one near;
But we will have to bear.
People have only one job to stare;
But there will be a future to share.
Emotions are in the form of a tear;
But we will run like a deer.
There are many masks to wear;
But we will always act in a way that is fair.
We are bound under a layer:
But one day it will have to tear.
Stories of grief are many to share;
But we will come out winning after paying the reasonable fare.
We are walking slowly like a Snail with the quality of “mere”;
But we will be hopping like a hare.
Aloofness is the nature of our lives;
But we will be in a fair square.
An uncountable lockdown has besieged us;
But we will hopefully board a bus.
The deep trenches are dug in our garden’s beauty;
But we will overcome this fuss.
The green poplar trees are silent;
But we are determined to be eloquent.
The silence of the current atmosphere is to know:
Because after going through the hardships, we will find a vent.
Our hearts are bruised and broken with a lot of pain;
But we will be good with a lot of gain.
The souls of this lockdown are finding solace;
But this difficulty will fade away with a divine train.
Let us be optimistic and shun the callous attitude;
Because a late in awakening means that we will be without latitude.
History is replete with the achievements of patience;
Because the main way of living is to look for solitude.
(The poet is a freelancer. Views are his own, [email protected])
