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Uncorking Bottled Man

. Palpable fear lurks a mystery in the Air a certain eerie feel suspects an killers can come anywhere The strike is invisible no tools or weapon no no trace no fngerprints It’s in thin air creeps .. shudder... horror Now everyone wears masks All are Suspects All are Culpable Three new cases in the neighborhood Death comes slow. is inevitable. No cure Norms have changed. Hiding face is civil Cannot trust None. Keep Social Distancing At least two arms length. Barriers are drawn Police Judiciary Governments are all clueless Doctors Nurses collapsing on desk ...Helpless Cut off all people from people or All Are DEAD SURE. There is no cure. Prevent, escape, delay Every breath- A killer rests...................bottled What did I just inhale ? ..........................broken ...................................................................m You will not even know ....................................e Till a laser on forehead ....................................n . The city never sleeps............................a byline, we were told ...........................tiny a happening place.............................prayer young in sinews ...............................of hope a big bucket list...............................kindles in so much to fulfill .............................good faith before we kicked.............................in the belief nothing be missed...........................that the earth Buy whatever sold............................will hear us heal exclude deep sleep............................itself. Eventually rest can be delivered............................Good prevails. In your home cave now.............................Amen ! time to reflect recover. recoup . Amitabh feels the world is not going to be the same again. Now... Yoga gurus have shut their shop . All ashrams are closed. We are told to meditate from home take online classes Sit in lotus pose. Padmasana. and pray..Pisses me off None has the balls to defy curfew...all bars closed Sportsmen...gym goers...flexing biceps...men !! The only party in town ...hold your breath.. are for drinking of Cow urine...YES. They say it is a cure. Raise a toast to - GauMutra All are invited ! At least they are showing some balls .

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