Frontline, they termed you, you went way beyond
Victim and hero, gasping, yet you carried on
Bizarre, it was to you, this way of life and death
God, to each one of us, you gave back breath
Your survival instinct, posessed for long, was tested again
Your selflessness and courage helped relieve others pain
You owned nothing yet could give so much
How will we be able to value you and be just?
Refrained from studying and playing with others together
Cancelled exams, online classes, masked altogether
Yet you maturely understood and learnt to adapt
Will it be possible to undo these months back?
You lost track of the days passing by at home
Drowned in the monotony of everyday chores that bummed
Yet you continued serving and supporting on repeat mode
As family is the foremost institution and home-the safest abode
The stands and the halls were gloomy and deserted
Your art provided some respite to the minds- wounded
You missed the crowd's appreciation more than the renumeration
Yet you continued to heal with your celebration
You were brave to change your offerings and models
You liquidated your assets and simplified your channels
You reminded us that the things that cannot be accounted count
You persisted with your faith that the markets will soon rebounce
You were at your home during a crisis trying to do your job
Changing plans, reduced budgets, work life (im)balance and what not
You missed the liberating drive to work and face to face conversation
Grateful that you could pay your bills but searching for purpose, health and satisfaction
Distanced from your loved ones by few or more meters, kilometres or light years
Caretakers for someone, counselling to remove fears
Organising centers, supplies, fundraising and food
Setting up helplines, improving immunity and lifting the mood
There is light at the end of this tunnel for sure
We will learn to celebrate normalcy and kindness above all
Changes in mindset, lifestyle and priorities, certainly less fuss
The battle is far from over but there is a warrior in each of us
