#WritcoPoemChallange
#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,
tranquilness of the playgrounds
pranks and laughter's of children aren't heard
and icy hand of death that haunts every human minds
destiny seems so brutal
the time seems to frozen for those sprinters who run after money
the long laid obscure light came towards humanity
no money or position can armour against corona virus
the mortality of those people who think immortal are redetermimed
to stay united to make virus to stoop down is our turn