Swetha Narayanan
Our nights pass by, filled with languid grief,
Each phone call sending shivers down our spine;
The news we hear, marring us from within,
Whilst a pang of sorrow overpowers us all;
Nonetheless, we ought to be optimistic,
For ourselves, our dearest and for everyone around;
The plunge will make us frightened and frayed,
Yet, it will make us fierce and invincible;
We are disconnected merely by distance,
And despite this solitude, we stand together;
This unutterable despair will dwindle into rubble,
And these trying times will yield to our unity!
