#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,
In creeping silence ,approached the yellow flame
Concealing everything under its crispy velvet
Bearing nothing , daring nothing
Fear is emerged .
Who is coming ?
Who is there at the door ?
Nothing can be seen or heard
They come invisible
I can hear someone knocking at my door
I opened my eyes and...