In an ocean of people,
there are waves of deaths, but then there is nobody to help.
doctors sailing in boats,
throwing the net of masks and glove,
and they are our only hope.
we all lost our serenity,
seeing our loved ones in cruciality,
and everything seems to be reel in reality
but yeah, we never fail to praise the almighty.
seasons are moving fast,
we all are locked and caught.
caught by the memories and lived in fantasy.
a mom couldn't feed her baby,
and dad misses giving tight huggy,
couples couldn't kiss anymore,
and kids missed grandparents and manymore.
every individual felt being incomplete,
and it is very hard to compete.
first line warriors were doing best,
but at times even they suddenly collapse.
poors are starving of food,
and richs couldn't make use of money to save life,
all religious homes are closed,
and the black roads.
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