I step out and see
a mass but not really one
anxious of what might be
all of us swirling in a big cauldron
the slightest touch makes us slip away
towards nothing, away from them
be it night or be it day
the news is riddled with mayhem
I pray for those who have fallen prey
those who couldn’t get through
those who in these times have lost their way
and those who are feeling that everyday blue
But somehow we must carry on
keep our strength and move past
the world we knew has gone
but we must hold on to our sinking ship’s mast.
-Niyati Parab.
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