History of Tomorrow
history of tomorrow
Now you don't have to hit the lock down to succeed
Fearful people confine themselves to their homes.
Now you don't have to apply for a face mask
People who are cringing in fear of death stick one mask on top of the other.
There are no more sweat of annoyance in traffic jams
People worship of black night during unannounced or self-proclaimed stagnation.
The people of war today are the soul of love for each other.
In the changed environment, the smell of death is floating outside the door today.
The grief of losing a relative is no longer the door to the heart
The fear of death suppress the sorrow,
I could not see my brother once on death bed
So let's write the history of tomorrow with wet eyes.
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