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May 2020
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.
Written by
Danish Issac  22/M/Muscat, Oman
(22/M/Muscat, Oman)   
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   MS Anjaan
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