Lockdown Days

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The sun in the sky had lost it's light,
The sky was covered with clouds all night,
All schools empty all playgrounds vacant,
Everyone waiting for something pleasant.

All could be seen is a deserted street,
No more ice cream as a Sunday treat,
The lives of the folk have come to a halt,
All because of this virus's fault.

But we still look back to the good old days,
It makes us happy it lightens our face,
The life has come to such a situation,
Where thousands are dying for living conditions.

The virus is the cause for the loss of many,
The people alive are struggling for a penny,
The home less fellows away from their hut,
All ways visible seem to be shut.

We all hope to end this soon,
Brightness spread on Diwali moon,
The days in front seem to be happier,
As we all return to a life more merrier.

Though everything has not ended yet,
Everyone start to cheer up now,
The earth shall restore back to its place,
No more sorrow we would allow










Comments

  1. SAGNIKJuly 22, 2020 at 8:14 AM

    Excellent poem ...... really related to our present situation.... i love it my dear friend arya

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  2. UnknownJuly 22, 2020 at 8:57 AM

    Good job Arya...it's pretty innovative!

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  3. RikJuly 22, 2020 at 9:16 AM

    U could relate it to the present situation pretty well.It is talking about the struggles we are having now and yet it shows us a ray of light,gives us hope that this pandemic will be over one day and we normalcy will again be restored in the world
    #innovative
    #inspiring

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  4. SwastikJuly 22, 2020 at 9:51 AM

    Its excellent poem Arya. It matches with the present situation we are facing. KEEP IT ON!

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  5. UnknownJuly 23, 2020 at 5:34 AM

    Wooowwww... 😍😍😍

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  6. UnknownAugust 4, 2020 at 3:45 AM

    Keep it up!!!!! Nothing more I can say. U are a genius!! 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

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