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,
crying of neighbours,
phone ringing everyday,
twice, thrice or perhaps more,
for the same mishappening
but with another people.

when stepped out to the balcony
& saw the fearsome scenery,
shut down shops, flickering street lights,
even the wind seems heavy those days,
everyone inside the shut doors,
trying to avoid their own dear ones,
I wonder what was all that?
nothing, but Fear of death.



© Ashy Verse