The past few months have been odd, An acceptance of the new norm has still not dawned upon. Days and Nights and Dusks and dawns, Spring and Autumn have come and gone. I sit. Still. Solitude, they say Takes time to make its way. But hadn’t it started to look better? The streets were bustling more than ever! The leaves, Crimson yellow and all its hues, Danced around as the cold wind blew. Then came the winters. Days were shorter and quieter, And things were again, back to the way we have been taught to adhere, as it had happened the very first time. The streets are empty, deserted by nine, The shops are all closed, we are again confined. But oh! you can go for a walk or to work, As long as you have a mask tucked up. It has been long, Long since the sun had shone, Every branch and grass of every inch, Till a few days back were covered in silver tinge. Don’t get me wrong, If it has started to sound a bit gloomy all along, After all, I haven’t seen the sun nor the very many people, who...
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