The Pandemic Has Greyed My Hair

 The Pandemic Has Greyed My Hair

 

Spring is the time when the weather becomes warmer

Trees begin to bear leaves and plants start to flower

Alongside comes the pandemic sweeping the world away

Making its way through my layer

The pandemic has greyed my hair

 

While we thought that was the worst that could happen 

We did our best for the curve to flatten

With jobs and migrant workers left to sadden

What more is there to say?

The pandemic has greyed my hair

 

Work from anywhere becomes a norm 

Sweeping and mopping take us by storm

Children lean to a new platform

While teachers too need to transform

Marathons being run inside people’s homes

Is this a kind of a new syndrome?

All this seems so rare

The pandemic has greyed my hair

 

While things didn’t look as bad 

Cooking and baking became a new fad 

From dalgonas to exotic dishes

Only if these were to last as wishes

Little did we know these would be soon to wear

The pandemic has greyed my hair

 

When will we meet our friends and family again?

Seem to ponder with disdain

A ray of hope started to open

When beaches and bars began to re-open

The wait for the vaccine with bated breath

The melas and the rallies culminating in death

All this making its way through my layer

The pandemic has greyed my hair 

 

Saluting the frontline now and always

Mental health soaring in hospital hallways

Close ones dying and leaving us in utter daze 

Who knew we would be deprived of air that set us all ablaze?

Oxygen and hospitals become a rare commodity

The black-market bursting with dishonesty

Did we ever think of this oddity?

Oh, what will I do with my luscious layer?

The pandemic has greyed my hair 

 

“Acche din aayenge” is the hope of the nation 

Sooner than later, we are left to our own imagination

Hoping and praying for our nation to revive

That is something we all need to live by

The damage is done, the layers are greyed

The pandemic has indeed greyed my hair.