The days of crowd
which never lead the roads clear...

The pain to cross
the summer to end....

The point of virus which
led to sit in the house of commons...

It Made the families of middle
to sit without money...

The roraring stomach
asked for some food...

The pain of eyes made
to realise that the roar will die soon...

The hands which use to work
started to beg....

The pain of heart was felt
by the stomach ...
...