As Anyone Says "Thank You,"
I Feel, "I Am Made Unknown."
I Too Shrink At Such Formal Ways
Making Me Myself To Me Unknown.

Is It Necessary To Say "Thanks"
Or "Sorry" Between The Closest,
I  Feel Such Formalities
Throw Us Apart The Farthest.

Informal Ways Bring Us The Closest
Make Our Lives Simpler And Easier,
Remove The Pomp And Shows,
Bring Us To The Closest To Nature.

She Was My Always Best Friend,
Till Corona Became The Trend,
Now Self-Survival Is My Goal,
Rest May Go To Place Of Torment.

Don't Think I Am Feeling Happy,
As She Still Keeps Pricking Within Me,
Inhuman And Dead I Am, Not She;
She Will Still Keep Standing By Me.

Days of uncertainty await many
Days undefined lived by many
Days together / apart lived by many
Days never to be forgotten / remembered lived by many
Days that bring days are the days that many have been living
Days beyond, to look forward to are the times and days wanted by many
What are these days
Uncertain
Undefined
Unique

Universally
Every Day
Positive thoughts and energy would take us all to the days that are meant to be

Not knowing
What is to know

To know
What is to not know

Knowingly show
To not know

To show
What is not known

To know
Yet, never show