Bring back d' old-time, free us from virus

By and by a stunning time has come,

nature goes back to its original shape

now d' sky turns blue, bright and clear,

lovely as were hundreds of years back

 

Air now breathable, free of pollution

in d' cities heard birds' free chirping

such a startling time has arrived now,

rivers look clean, their hue changing

 

Baby dear dares to play in d' seashore,

with the rhythm of the dancing tides

all d' old again begun to bounce back,

reverting to nature's indigenous pride

 

Human habits also started changing,

d' kindness, excuses, love, devotion

those make men superior to animals,

all the virtues as if getting returned

 

Dr.s now not blamed money-minded,

police as thieves no more considered

forgotten own home, family for duty,

work in d' frontline, honesty restored

 

Poets, writers, artists no more heroes

safaiwallas, given respect and awards

doctors reckoned as second to Gods,

not afraid of d' corona, no way cowards

 

NRIs too keen to return to own home,

no more d' foreign country attraction

persuading the Government of d' day,

to fix up special flights for their return

 

Migrant workers recalled their village,

paddy fields, a breeze in d' river bank

left the city in a hurry to take care of

d' forgotten family, neglected parents

 

Such a time has truly come, welcome

d' traditional patterns tends to return

happiness is hidden in the fieldworks,

not in rowdy builder's rude regulations

 

Doors to God kept ajar, temples shut,

churches closed, the masjids locked

clay lamps, candles, incense sticks lit,

prayers on in each house not stopped

 

Govt. and opposition seems together,

for each affair, not blaming each other

don't panic in the pandemic any more

now behaving as if are twin brothers

 

Hands raised, heads lowered, eyes shut,

pray, oh my dear Gods, help us, help us

a similar appeal in all d' voice in unison,

bring back d' old-time, free us from virus