The lies that were uttered

The tears that were shead

The trust that was shattered

And the heart that blead

The dreams that were dreamt

The days that left

And the clock that ticked by

The hours that I cried

The moments that I begged

Just to see you again

Locked up from the world

A simple hand shake turned to namasthe

Ask the dessert the cost of rain

Now ask people what is cost of life

Every thing seems simple

A primitive cell of virus

Killing the most diverse complicated specimen

The mother nature does play it’s game very well.

Don’t you think so

Fear death and stay home is all that I can quote for today.

Mark my words love…

© G.V Raghavasree