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A Cursed Spring

Thousands of people lay dead, Countless corpses, countless teary goodbye. Umpteen people are helpless, In the hands of an invisible monster. Places once bursted at the seams, Has now turned into a forlorn, desolate place. We are constantly fighting, An inconspicuous Frankenstein. Once called the "Queen of all Seasons", Has now turned into a deathly realm. When will this come to an end? When will we breathe again? But we are all born as a fighter, Let us fight together, To defeat this deadly monster coronavirus. Till then, stay safe, STAY AT HOME.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 5/19/2020 8:19:00 AM
Shonima, we share your thoughts. All are going through this crisis. We have to be brave and face it. Nice poem. Best. Mohan
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Shonima Burman
Date: 5/30/2020 5:18:00 AM
Thank u Mohan.