Those Days Of Gloom

I was a village born

Who believed in

Innocence and Compassion.

But my life

In the busy city

Was hell-like and depressive.

No one cared

About anyone’s existence.

They were selfish creatures

Who only loved themselves.

The place was filled with

Noise and filth.

The place was filled with

Hatred and murder.

There were rich

Who made a lot of money

And there were poor

Who didn’t even earn a penny.

But still I tried

To mend my life with hopes.

But then came the pandemic

Taking the lives and happiness of people.

I hated this life

Of loneliness and gloom

As I was locked inside

The darkness of my room.

I yearned to go outside

To talk to people

Without any hide.

But the situation

Never changed.

I was frustrated and stressed

I was anxious and messed.

I cried and cried

To people for help.

But no one came

With assistance.

I lost all faith

And closed my eyes.

I mentally thought

“It’s fate”.

After some time

I felt calm and relieved

As I was devoured by

The eternal sleep.

             - Anjali Haridas