Why rush so to end quarantine
Virus is spreading fast quotidian
Continents are quivering with fever
Fear is shooting fast to all lands
Eyes are flooded with pain and tears
Cure a luck, death is lakhs and lakhs !
Fast, faster, fastest were our slogans
Whither is fled those fast mongers?
Gone are those days of fast
Past and lost all fast tracks now
Rest in doors the best we need
Rest in peace otherwise at doors
Trust not in hollow materialists
Trust in God our only solace left
God gifted body needs at present
God given peace and care only.
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