Empty streets,
As the future seems bleak,
When memories come in fleets,
Hold my hands, when you heart feels weak.

 Stripped to our bare necessities,
Away from the glitz and glamour of celebrities,
When we go inwards only will we see,
What matters most is you and me.

 The warmth of a hand,
Footprints in the sand
At moments like these, we come to understand,
That it's the little things that matter in the end.

 When this ends, and the world heals again,
As we get acquainted to the new normal of this land,
Know that I'll be there my friend,
As we walk together, hand in hand.


Anis Nadia
30 April 2020
11.40 pm