in the twinkle of an eye,
Everything seems to be gradually coming to a halt.
Many cities lie in ruins,
Not because a gun has been shot.
Centers of bustles have become centers of great calm,
Cities that never sleep are now forced to sleep.
Everyone is forced to stay indoors.
Festivals and ceremonies have been halted.
Megastructures have been deserted.
Hospitals have become home for many,
The word “ isolation “ has been used countless times.
Titles, Positions, Fame doesn’t seem to count now,
Those expensive clothes and shoes can only be worn in the house,
Money is not all that matters now.
World powers are clueless,
No one seems to have an answer,
Many are learning to live one day at a time.
When we become released from our isolation and free to walk on
the walkway again,
Let’s not forget what we have learnt in our isolation-
That the gift of life is what truly matters,
All others are just adjuncts.
Because , The darkest night produce the brightest stars.
- Natasha
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