The funeral procession
Moved in silence
Through the empty lane;
Otherwise,
A busier street of,
Puddles during rain,
And those buzzing horns off,
On all by-lanes,
Gave no goosebumps,
As always.
The sumptuous ride,
of the fabulous virus,
Created fear amongst the masses.
The funeral of my friend too
Laid off in silence.
Only a handful loved ones
Could attend her last rites.
I remembered,
Those golden school days,
A few...
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