These dark clouds,
That surrounds above the house.
Storm's on its way,
Am standing at the bay.
Watching the dark clouds above me,
I feel all the twist of waves in the sea.
The waves took an unusual turn,
The feelings inside started to run.
Things are not the same,
I have lost all the fame.
The aura and the charisma is lost,
There's nothing much left to afford the world's cost.

Unusual silence in the street,
Everyone became discreet,
Not a vehicle to be seen,
I'm getting so keen.

The birds are chirping,
The squirrels carefree munching.
The nature's back again.. Singing.
For the world became still.. listening.

Quarantine the world  has gotten into,
We aren't even half way through.
Their morale falling is true,
humanity has lost the roots.

There's no time for sides to choose,
Everyone has survival hues.
It's survival of the cleanest,
but people getting meanest.

Privileged developing black heart, dark mind.
The underprivileged are getting kind.
Yet the government still blind,
Millions of cases yet to find.

They said it's Quarantine time,
I say it's your time to be seen.
You can't move until the storm calms,
Search your inside for that charm.
It's time to work on your dreams,
When you hear your soul scream.
It's the silence before the storm,
Don't be that earthworm.
It has begun the survival of the best,
Keep everything in your chest.
Show the world what you got,
Blow the world with that knock.
Bring out the zest,
Wearing your kevlar vest.