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A Nomad's Lockdown Tale
In a time of panic,when the world battled a pandemic, He was a migrant,kicked by nasty tyrants. Days of thirst,Months of famine; Shattered dreams,isolation and quarantine, The lock down had made him quite confined. His hardships began when they had to wait in line, For insipid food and shelter that never saw the sun shine. Sleepless nights ,anxiety and unpaid labor, Little did he remember the last good meal he devoured. Away from his home,away from her; An ordinary beauty,it was her love that had him captured. Perfectly imperfect,her skin with patches of white, She erased his struggles giving a life so bright. With unconditional love; she held his finger, They had a baby ,whose smile was enchanting as ever. He awaited the journey,the journey back home, His hopes went vain,as lack of money made him groan. With a group he wandered,they craved for water, Migrants! echoed some voices; The voices that once gave errands, now sprayed disinfectants. Wading past grimacing looks, The migrants were never in good books, Portrayed as the forbidden and the stigmatized, Termed nefarious;their unhygienic looks had us traumatized. Nevertheless ,the truth is always bitter,for they never even get time for a banter, They clear all our litter;build wonders from clutter, They always remain unsafe as we stay home and be safe!!
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