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Ajita Sep 2020
This is a tragedy which came
like a wave,
And with this
the silence spread.

The lane which used to be
No-gap place,
Today it is a clear
passway.

The traffics are no more
annoying,
The Clock seems
stop saying the time.

As, nature is saying...
It's a WAR stripe.

A war where...
our weapon is the medical science,
And the soldiers are
in the hospitals,
Not in the border line.

Fear spread their wings
in every mind,
And the only way to be safe
is to be home quarantine.

Everyone can hear
the horrible cries,
Of those who lost their beloved
in this fight.

This is no more the same world
where we all enjoyed,
The taste of freedom..
Dunno when it'll come back to our life.

For now,
To Stay safe
We need to stay inside.
Ajita Sep 2020
On the wings of my words...
     I used to fly.
On the depth of it..
Loads of meaning lies.
                                                    Nothing­ but this...
                                               Can express the unexpressed.
                                                 That is hidden inside...
                                                   Like unwanted stain.
No-one but this is only,
That can understand...
When & why I make the distance.
Secrets that i couldn't share with all,
It coded it well..
& knows where should decode.
           Sometime i thought without these words..
      how could i live.
   if the words lost its mean...
this world seems like an empty Inn.

— The End —