#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,
The knock which counts patience,
The knock which gives chills,
The knock filled with care for the loved
and curses for the calamity.
The knock crushing gleams of hope,
The knock of loss for families,
The knock of looming invisible death and chaos...
But,
The fight will continue...
We will crush the dread of death,
Love over the losses,
Hope over the fears,
Care over the distances,
Solidarity over the isolation,
Bliss over fearful chills and pills,
The fruitful patience is our triumph...