#WritcoPoemChallenge
#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,
but hope remains still,
praying to him
who watches us daily
while the world is silent.

Bakers are baking
creamy cakes,
while the poor
in the streets
are savouring their mouths.
They don't realise
how innocent suffers
in the midst of the night.
Sleeping with their smelly wives
and untidy children.
The whiff of sweat
warms up the patched cushion
and the insects keep buzzing
at their ears.
Shattering sounds in the kitchen;
perhaps a rat.

With the rise of the light,
they wake up
with the groaning
tunes in their tummy
and pain in their limbs.

Ponder how
rains drips in every eye!
Not the supreme, yet the miserable!

#poor #rich #thinkaboutothers #stopbaking #helpeachother