••A POETRY COMPOSED BY AKSHAT SHARMA••
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In the days of being locked down in India,
Many are in blithe with a lil' fear!
The hoots of The Street Players lost their inertia,
The temple bells have lost their brilliance and cheer,
O the People! Appealed the PM to be at home for dears; instead of tears,
The Indians have now turned into a cognizant cow,
But some still laugh for the relentless awe!
The worst punched are the daily wagers and poors,
who gear the acceleration of the country's cheer,
These profound wounds can't be revived
Neither by money nor by might
Millions are gulped by the menace of the pandemic worldwide!
In the hardships,the f@K€*n£W$ became a new ammo,
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| #B/W |
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#Sky is not the limit.
Brawled up by the culvert Arogya Setu of NaMo,
Now the Phone Game Players gave gone up,
The Ramayan has glorified the Indian Television,
For People today the Internet has got a great inclusion
Now let's arm up and kill this savage,
Before any more Terrorist spread the rage!!!
Today everyone praises India for retarding the pace of spread,
At last , Let's jot a new Era of BHARAT!
|| Jai Hind🇮🇳 ||
|| Jai Shri Ram🧡 ||
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T. H. E. E. N. D.
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