Two-months being jailed at home
Is like staying in asylum.
No one to talk to,
No one one to take care to.
Just eat, and be it.
No hopes of getting out
Everyone is freaking out
In the virus.
Here, I am even at home
Feeling like in an asylum.
I am still fighting,
Because that is the right thing
I am still fighting,
I am still hoping,
No pandemic would last
Time is quite fast,
One day, this will be gone,
When the culprit has been captured,
And the conspiracy is done.
The world is awakening,
The people is starting, realizing
That this epic pandemic
Was made to play a game.
Time will come, the players will pay
For their lame,
Man-made virus,
Which everyone has been fooled.
While they were like water at home
Staying in the pool.
I am still fighting even if I am crying,
I am still fighting even if I am breaking,
I am still fighting even if I am exploding,
That's life, keep on fighting!
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
