Can't you feel it
It is in the aura
The panic and dubiety
Everything is shutting down
Our schools , malls and what not !
For it is corona
A blazing flame
Engulfing everything
And everyone in its way
The world calling for SPACING
That spacing which is vain
For the people of our motherland
When it comes to show up
The funeral of a warrior
With ultra attendants
Jolting with eachother
And approaching the dais
To have the glimpse
Of the warrior
For whom , the fear is unknown
He is not scared of death !
Crested helmet , drawn sword
" For the motherland "
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
Can't you feel it
It is in the aura
The panic and dubiety
Everything is shutting down
Our schools , malls and what not !
For it is corona
A blazing flame
Engulfing everything
And everyone in its way
The world calling for SPACING
That spacing which is vain
For the people of our motherland
When it comes to show up
The funeral of a warrior
With ultra attendants
Jolting with eachother
And approaching the dais
To have the glimpse
Of the warrior
For whom , the fear is unknown
He is not scared of death !
Crested helmet , drawn sword
" For the motherland "
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