Corona Times
All good time is gone with the good old days
This year feels cursed by a pandemic in a race
Every breath feels dizzy and a home feels a cage
Every border is cold in a scary vibes of rage
Our life feels precious when the time is rude
Stressed by the bills and safe is not the food
Got no option but to chant a melody of our fate
Silent is the war with loud deadly outcomes we will face
When million innocent lives died, Is there someone to be blamed?
No guilt is seen in the eyes for which the entire humanity feels ashamed
Patients thrive on our Doctors for a treatment that still not exist
But they won’t let them die anymore even if their rest got R.I.P
“School” we say is the name whose existence is torn
By the winds of time to abandoned them for long
Fading memories are crying for Corona Times to leave
Giving back those days when happiness was at its peak
Better could be the time where no religion would live
Setting all hate on fire making love which they would give
Many lives need a million hands merging in peace
As humanity is above all the religion and believes
There’s a “hope for a hope” for good times to return
For all the birds stuck in the cage and a big lesson for them to learn.
Written by: Ashish Dutt
Ashish Dutt.
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