SPLINTERS OF HEART IN PANDEMIC TIME

Dahlia Tera
In Japanese Haiku shape

Stiffness, statuesque heaviness
Of empty oxygen cylinders,
Rising above limp bodies dying.

Desperate rush, screams of pain,
For one more breath
When life goes awfully away.

Punishment, fatality, weakness, human error,
Whatever the cause or the understanding attempt,
Today, just helpless tears, unbearable suffering
Of despair.

In the flames of Pashupatinath gaths,
Along the Bagmati River to the Holy Ganga,
Corona takes away bodies,
But Souls fly in the transparency of the sky ..

Hope will win
Like the rising sun in the dawn sky:
Red balloon, pure life energy.

And like flowers in spring,
We will flourish again
In the thousands colors
Of our beloved Nature.