The Locked-Down Lands! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

No god looked kind to me
As if I was not their creation
I began staring at them
They offered me learned books
They gave me a lot
But they did not make it lovable.
Print too was petty messed-up
I did make a pilgrimage
I, the Italian human, went numbed
Corona crushed my face brutally
Prayers in all the mosques
And all the churches went unheard
Temples' tones did not undo it
It intensely disrupted everything
You and me stood apart
We did not hug each other
We did not even shake hands
Tears in the eyes of humanity
It brought tears all around
Every single living thing cried
Sighs...Cries...Cracks
The locked faces,
Expressionless 'abc'
And the locked-down lands!