#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...