Keep A Hold

Probably the darkest days are passing,

Uncertainty in every tinge of time;

All our surmises – as if are sneezing;

We in the trap of “wee-rhyme”

Counting the days and mere-chime.

Myriad lives are grunting,

But the elves are dancing, dangling!

Children and aged are now equitable

In the course of isolation

They are insatiable.

Now, the testimony of integrity is – only separation;

So live in isolation.

Don’t be a dolt,

Keep a hold.

Weal-daisies will bloom

To gift us happy boon.