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People are dropping dead. People are dropping dead, Not many in my town But in big cities, They are dying en masse And the silence is scaring me. Yet again. Yet again, I can hear my own blood Gushing through my ears, Silly me, I am scared, More for my loved ones, And less for myself. Will we? Will we all die soon? Or shall I survive this? I hope that if my loved ones die, I do too. Because I'm afraid of loneliness, I have a serious kind of autophobia. Nay! Humanity can't go extinct! Humanity won't go extinct. It will soon be alright. Just wait and watch, How Vishnu takes care of us, How Shiva takes out the evil, How the world will turn for good.
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
Eerie Silence
People are dropping dead. People are dropping dead, Not many in my town But in big cities, They are dying en masse And the silence is scaring me. Yet again. Yet again, I can hear my own blood Gushing through my ears, Silly me, I am scared, More for my loved ones, And less for myself. Will we? Will we all die soon? Or shall I survive this? I hope that if my loved ones die, I do too. Because I'm afraid of loneliness, I have a serious kind of autophobia. Nay! Humanity can't go extinct! Humanity won't go extinct. It will soon be alright. Just wait and watch, How Vishnu takes care of us, How Shiva takes out the evil, How the world will turn for good.
My HP Poem #1861 ©Atul Kaushal
#eerie#silence#mass#extinction#covid19#humanity#strong
Atul
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Atul
35/M/Indian
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
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