I yearn for those days of last November
when we had the cold blanket of
cares and joys, faced them as one
Until the malicious genie struck.
I yearn for those days when we
soothed our dear kin at home
or abroad with lasting breath of love...
Until words froze in a vacuum.
I yearn for those days when eye
could see a mate, lips widened into
a smile and hands folded in warmth
Until walled in a self-made cocoon.
Never in the remote corner of mind
did we even fancy or foresee a day
when kith was forced to warn its kin
And feel, to be forewarned is forearmed.
This day too will pass into the annals
that tell tales of fortitude and pluck,
straddling the seas and the cosmos.
The enduring breath ever prevails.