A New Season

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It’s the twenty-first century 

Amidst all nature’s fury

Bioweapons inside our respiration

Clueless who planned the conspiration

Still, exploration of life is on Mars

After all, life on Earth itself is a farce

A new season arrived in this danger

Where known became strangers

And strangers turned into relations

Bridging actions to needed deplorations

When all of this ends, I believe

A new era is where we will live

No more excuses or formalities

For actions, powers, and loyalties

Missing till now was the meaning of life

The quest to it is more lockdown and strife.

Comments

  1. Subham Nayak30 May 2021 at 00:51

    It's relatable and simple. Perhaps that's what makes it impactful. Cheers

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  2. Priyanka30 May 2021 at 00:52

    So simple n beautiful !!

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  3. Unknown30 May 2021 at 09:58

    the flow was perfect!

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  4. Manish30 May 2021 at 10:29

    Perfect poem for current scenario

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  5. Mohammed Faraz31 May 2021 at 00:08

    Yeah... a new era where we will live

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  6. Salkhu2 June 2021 at 08:05

    The poem exactly carries one's thought process & the situation we all are in to a new dimension. Feels like life has a new friend: poetry.
    This inscription deserves all the laurels.

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