#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,
light a candle fear will go,
as the light tears the darkness' so
Bespectacled priminister anounced!
clapp your hand and open the door, the fear will go
seems a humar, but fearfull
take it serious if not my friend
the distination will change
from a rose to cimitry,
no sound will arise,
living thr cry
fear nocking at door
as the bespectacled priminister anounced!
clap your hand ,
fear will go.


© Hamid