#WritcoPoemChallenge
#CoronaVirus
There is a new reaper in town,
in form of a virus.
With a blade in his hand reaping every harvest.
Everybody locked inside, in the house that's once home.
Tuning to the news online, to keep themselves informed.

The streets that heard the sound of children growing
is silent.
Every roads that's jammed
Is vacant.
For every air that's polluted
Is fresh.
For every river that's dirty
is clean.

With every ticking time, the situation turning red.
Cities turning into containment, which area is next?
Countries diminishing to states, states to cities...
You will find politicians Twitter, people locked, and wagers(daily)
On street.

It's winter at heart, everything is dark and dreary.
When will the spring come?, when will it be merry?

People spending more time with families,
and everyone is gaining new skills,
some learning to play guitar, some cooking.
Freedom from mobile,
banging plates and clapping joy.
A joy, to support to cororna warriors,
a hope to come out victorious.

But the one worst hit, is the wagers daily.
For them the reaper flew...