#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,
Our hearts dejected by the massive crud, smashing a crowd.
We are trapped,
into the cages..
Some away from home,
yearning to reach back.
Our wings tied together.

IS IT TO CONTROL?

A fear…
Not of death,
but of the ceaselessness.
Have the glimpse of hope within you…

OLD DAYS CAN COME BACK…

Just keep praying ceaselessly as the endless Corona…!

#A_J#