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How sad it is...



One year passed with sitting at home
Time does flow without knowing how
Ten times a day thinking off to go
But the smiling faces of clan won't let me go
How sad it is...
Layman with a hungry stomach, seeking for the food to survive
In the name of LOCKDOWN, he just tries to calm down
Running from one street to other, thinking off his survival he's rewarded with kicks& sticks
How sad it is...
Learners with the commitments are hang fired
Sometimes provoke to take a stressful peak to hire
Patients in the unit make a pull through
On the other hand, the innocents are burnt in pyre without a last look
How sad it is...
Depressed minds are just like sea without water
The feeling is incompatible, ready to attack as an otter
The policy of waking up early is now just a nightmare
Everything is just controlled on a finger tip, loosing the importance of accuracy
How sad it is....
The word pandemic has been treated as our invited
Perhaps we criticize ourselves in the name of protection & care for nature
Who bothers about this time, as the time will pass the minds also get settle down
How sad it is....
Above all everyone just hopes of good time
Expecting it could nourish the human minds well
Suppressing the sins in deeper mind
Stepping one step towards an upcoming healthy life
Just giving a smiley face to this monsterous ailment
Move on... Move on... Move on...
How sad it is.....

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The situation of pandemic faced by every individual

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Submitted by kusumeshh.2016 on September 24, 2021

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