#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,
whispering human at their home
counting days of lockdown to go.
nothing is big and nothing is small,
some fills the beauty while some got trap in the cage.
eventually running time
everything got perfectly admiring.
praying for returning timeline.
the busy street
and visiting vendors shines.