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Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
Sweating hands hold tight.
Lost souls and sobbing hearts,
Shivering masks, empty pockets,
Cremating hope and lost humanity,
Worried blood, tearful buckets.
With days passing,
they plaing dirty,
bare feet helplessness marched,
but their was no pity.
Families ruined,
smiles lost,
Year passed, we unmasked
But at what cost?




© Anamika Tripathi