Dear May, May you be kind, There's a lot of panicky in our mind. This year isn't pleasant Everything feels so vacant. We all often fear, Even we shed tears. Every now and then it haunts us, A lot of time this year has been cursed. The world is in gloomed reign, We are in danger, sickness and pain. Just as your name suggests, I hope, you will be kind to us May we have peace, love and happiness. ©ashmyawrites Dear May, May you be kind, There's a lot of panicky in our mind. This year isn't pleasant Everything feels so vacant. We all often fear, Even we shed tears.