#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,
and silently running steps.

The hugs and hand shakes are expensive,
they cost more than life itself
this wasn't the life expected!
Are we winning this race?
or this, is unending race?

Who would've thought,
life...