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Fear
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#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,
All you could see was the laden eyes
that hung in corners of every house,
And all you could smell was death.
Who played her final act and left
a scar on the face of humanity.
Everything is fainted with a fog now
and the coldness slowly creeps in.
and with her cold hands
she has burried laughter in the graves
The paths are lonely none comes or goes.Even the wind has left it ways
leaving no trace of life
It tends to devour what we love the most.
But hope shimmers in every hands
every eyes and every tongue
there is no difference now
No black or white or yellow
And the life moves on with a sad note
none heard ever before .
#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,
All you could see was the laden eyes
that hung in corners of every house,
And all you could smell was death.
Who played her final act and left
a scar on the face of humanity.
Everything is fainted with a fog now
and the coldness slowly creeps in.
and with her cold hands
she has burried laughter in the graves
The paths are lonely none comes or goes.Even the wind has left it ways
leaving no trace of life
It tends to devour what we love the most.
But hope shimmers in every hands
every eyes and every tongue
there is no difference now
No black or white or yellow
And the life moves on with a sad note
none heard ever before .
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