#WritcoPoemChallenge
#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors.
This is the worst time, and the worst season.
A step "Quarantine" was taken, by the Union's decision.
Throughout this time, many things got screwed.
Some didn't able to go home, some didn't get food.
Hand washing and social distancing turn out compulsory.
We are compelled to wear masks, it became...