This was a poem I wrote when the world (including India) was in a complete covid lockdown!

The drumroll of clouds The splatter of rain Who is to hear, who is to hear The wood, the green and the empty lanes

Step by step, day by day Forward we make the road This ain’t a melancholic verse This battle is ours to take

Soon will come a day To give patience its way When the gates swing open Gates to the wood, the green and the empty lanes

The drumroll of clouds The splatter of rain Who is to hear, who is to hear The bustling hearts in their joyful ways