One sad afternoon,
I don’t have any rations to put in my spoon,
I am one of those poor youth,
Who is scared and destitute.
I’m sitting in our living habitation,
Musing about the disease that caused these hard situation,
Today, the morning is over,
Still God, My shield, my weapon and my power.
It was dark and quiet around,
‘We are suffering’ is what I hear with a scary sound,
Covid19, are you angry with us?
Oh common! To kill thousand of people is not your task.
I immediately close my eyes,
Looking for the rainbow in the storm you brought us,
My God, hear my plea,
Give us solutions against this agony.
Oh My light, where are you?
You should stay because we still need you,
Life is useless if you will vanish,
And everyone’s lives might perrish.
As the birds fly,
This disease will also die,
This morning, when you wake up,
Everything will be fine so don’t give up.
The sun will appear,
All is well, my dear,
The light that was stolen from you,
Again, will be returned to you.