This shall pass too!

Dark roads, darker nights, taking my mind downhill.

Roses don’t smell, my body aches and gets the chill;

How long is this journey? They say it is not that far.

The darkness will disappear, smell of roses will sweep the room again through the window kept ajar.

But when, when and when; mind demands an answer;

Breaks my heart to watch my loved ones’ sufferings and despair.

“Cheer up, my friend; this shall pass!”, echoes a well-wisher from really far;

“It is dark today, but won’t be long; soon this will be a thing of the past;

Let’s bring on the positivity and win the war;

This beast can’t win; let’s clear the dust!”