The Optimistic Me is third in the series of poem dedicated to the book The End. The End is a story of suffering, healing, of losing and finding oneself amidst the pandemic times.
- The Cautious Me
- The Sceptic Me
- The Optimistic Me
The world stood aghast
and so did I,
thinking about what
the pandemic did to us
and the world
and all that’s left behind
of immobile people
and conversations paralysed
the mass migration
the loners, the departed
orphans, and
a generation that went
berserk, broken, bare
left with a massive void
the missing physical presence
over which the virtual world preside
The world stood aghast
and so did I,
counting the miseries
the pandemic left us to fight
the immense darkness that surrounded us
we wondered, will there ever be light?
Was it all over
not yet, not so soon
only when you think
of an endless autumn
comes spring
in its full bloom
There will be a new normal
towards we all shall move
together we would craft
a world that will be all new
made in peace
with hearts full of joy
simplicity-clad humans
and have less to consume
in the hope, we all shall dwell
and dare to dream again
but before
the world needs to heal, and
recover from all the pain
that the pandemic
has bestowed.
The world stands hopeful
and so do I
that tomorrow the sun will shine
bright upon us
over a clear blue sky
and the world be full of
bees and butterflies
And maybe with time
we all shall realise, that
not all The Ends are painful
some just arrive
shaking us from the slumber
giving a reality check
as a blessing in disguise
course correct our actions
in due course of time
saving us the grace of being known
as the most eloquent of species
of all times.
The world stands in that hope
and so do I
that it will be a better tomorrow
with better versions of ours,
let us live again
for we are indomitable spirits
let us raise a toast and
give another chance to life
The Optimistic Me
The Optimistic Me
drinks from that cup o’ positivity. ☕️
