June 19, 2020
The streets cried in despair,
to see people rush here and there.
A crown named Corona had to be dethroned,
Social isolation was the only weapon that people owned.
The people now had learnt the value of care,
They tried to alter the reaction with a catalyst called prayer.
A dream, once a reality could be brought back,
A hope of joy which now we humans don't lack.
Yes we can certainly bring back the days,
When every new day was celebrated in many ways.
A small step of distancing will help us win the war,
A war, a war, an invisible optimistic war.