Navratri without Garba

Here's a blog uproar,

After almost a year or maybe more.

My heart cries,

While my words turn into rhymes.

This year has thieved countless lives,

Along with the festivals that once made us feel alive.

It's navratri without Garba tonight,

Holding back onto the melodies as my soul frantically ignites.

I pray, this outbreak evanescents soon,

And, heal people as well as their fortunes.