Times may look like a mess Staying in home, maybe a stress The locked doors might irritate you Surely, the empty shops and streets will too But have you ever thought How the poor would be fraught The ones who may not have a home Or those who temporarily jobless roam From education some may be away For them the skies might be gray Its good we are stress free And laying on beds We read poetry
I hope you guys are laying on a bed and reading poetry😂