Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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Shoulders To Cry On

Deaths of young people, near and dear ones,
Their dead bodies float in mourning rivers
While we helplessly watch ourselves
Being carried away by uncontrolled tears.

They die in hospitals, built for saving lives,
And we stay back home or in quarantines,
Practising the precautionary measures
While honoring the helpless govt. guidelines.

Around the walls of the protected zones
Screams and sobs are heard in eerie silence;
Life seems to have come to a standstill
And humanity needs our act of benevolence.

It is one of the darkest times for all mankind
But the ripe time to lend a helping hand;
All those, in grief, who have lost their own
Need nothing but some shoulders to cry on.
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