#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,
Souless warm streets,
No passers _by ,
Just melancholy music in the air!
Striving souls in white agony beds,
And others shutting their doors.
What has become of the earth?
No one can alter!
But to plant a little hope ,
amidst this chaos ,
Is all we have to offer!

__kpsy