Baskadia

Amidst a world grasped by dread,

The startling breeze of Coronavirus moved close.

No differentiation made among rich and poor,

As it lowered all of us, thumping at each entryway.

Disarray ruled as the infection spread,

Leaving no corner immaculate, no spirit unshed.

The well off and strong, pushed to the brink of collapse,

Understanding their fortunes couldn't get them ease.

The world secured, in disengagement's hug,

An aggregate work to dial back the race.

Roads discharged, urban areas stopped,

As humankind confronted an overwhelming uphill.

Illustrations learned, as we confronted this predicament,

That our solidarity lies in solidarity, not in may.

Petitions to God reverberated across the globe, constantly,

Trusting this bad dream would before long take off.

Allow us to recollect the aggravation and the misfortune,

The lives always different, the massive expense.

May we take a stab at a future where such enduring finishes,

Furthermore, the startling breeze of Coronavirus won't ever drop.