Behind the Curtain of Corona

When do the trains, moving with charm? Flights will be opening their gigantic arms, Rail will be meeting her dear sweet heart, Vehicles will be flying, making road so smart. Tools are not making noise; lying very sad, Saw tooth are speechless; looking so bad, Who kicked so hard in their bread & butter? Craftsmen have been painting, days of null. Smile has been detached from hill station face, Temple, Church & mosque locked in this race, Monuments have been sobbing; missing we all, Tourism tower collapsed, got a huge massive fall. Business got ravaged; selling got paused, The smell of death captured whole world, In four-inch stomach; hunger rat is running, Outside the gate; deadly tiger is growling. No one loves; to be seized inside the frame, Where death is ultimate; all shun that game, Outside the nest; killer wind has been brewing, Inside; a paint of cemetery time has been making. A zero became hero; a government made possible, A poor saint become billionaire; it is just a miracle, An attendant become industrialist; it is just a stunt, When govt is hopeless; they should come to front. Every drop of sweat; made this exuberant land, A poor’s tear drop is precious than a diamond, Someone is rich because someone else is poor, When poor is in trouble; rich should open their door. I am ready to extend my small helping hand, Let us join this journey & make proud your land.