A strange darkish yellow light of fugitive dusk
Wind screams
My wounded city with a stain of blood
Silence in the air and stories of grief
Deserted streets in this pandemic hour
A whirlwind of life and death
Scared of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Everything deadly quiet
People run away from home
Where to go nobody knows
Wait here, till the dark comes in, you said
Let it go by, ignore and be safe, be brave
Someday flower will bloom
Our wounded city will laugh
A thousand songs will back again
Enjoy life as it comes to you
Remember, life is once
With an expiry date...
Asoke Kumar Mitra -India-
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