Every year comes and goes,
With 365 friends and foes
and the, 365 kinds of memories,
remain intact in our minds .
But this year is not that kind,
each day we get news of demise
and also the storms and flood ,
which would break the poor man's
hut.
Eachday many are killed
by the virus, and we don't have any
shield.
And the R. I. P(s) which we write,
for the soldiers who have died,
in the war with this cruel foe
and we have only sympathy to show.
No idea, how this will end,
maybe with 20 unforgettable bends,
which we have never come across.
so be prepared for all the unfaught fights
because everything's in the hands of NATURE'S DICE.
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