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The Greatest War

A random chapter is being written on history’s page 
Of the greatest war being fought in this age
This unique war isn’t against anyone 
This battle is for survival of every person 
Humanity has waged this war to see another day
To win the unusual war at home every person decided to stay
Weapons used were soap and water
Time was the essence of this matter
Where so many lives were being lost 
Humanity was indeed paying for survival a hefty cost
And as the war grew intense
People were growing more and more tensed
Baring all the hope on their ordinary shoulders
To turn the tide began fighting these brave mighty soldiers 
Common man became super-hero wearing gloves and masks
They courageously accepted any challenge and meticulously performed every task
When the end-game is over, and the chapter would be closed
A huge debt to them, this new world would owe
Indeed greatest miracles occur at the time of despair 
What succeeded was indeed rare
Where staying apart was a must
In ad-mist of this calamity people started respecting life and building trust
People started becoming more empathetic
A bit more kind, a little more sympathetic
And as the war became deadlier
For their heroes fighting on the front-line, people clapped and cheered 
For some time at least, the world became a better place
As many nations came together to tackle this case
And as the economy tumbled down
Various helping hands emerged to stop it from crashing into the ground
Slow and steady we’ll win this race
With each person fighting these battles at their own pace
And as the wavering faith is being restored 
We’ve realized importance of the little things we used ignore
When we’ll flip to the book’s next page  
Freedom would be found by imagination in this cage
New hobbies would be adopted, and old talents would be reacquainted
The passions would also bloom, which in the course of time had been neglected
As and when we’ll emerge victorious in this war
May be we would witness an improved world, left with a scar…

Copyright © Midnight Mystry | Year Posted 2020

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