Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims inside,
With a death's grip,
Who knew a year to welcome,
Will turn into graveyard,

Every second there is a death,
Throughout the entire globe,
Dying away from home,
Buried by strangers in lome,
Never seen by loved ones again,
Like a curse or hit by karma,

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,
Voice of mercy implore,
To live life more,

Lockdown of town,
Many works closed down,
Dreams of many drown,
As workers laid off,...