Empty streets, fruitful minds
Tick tock, the clock strikes one,
The mind at a standstill, nothing to outrun, Locked down, away from the sun,
It's time, for everything to be redone.
An emblem, a concept,
Recurring themes, Life becomes
inept,
Tends to lose it's gleam.
Norms enforced, attention displayed,
Wash your hands, let the disease fade,
Fear of Corona revolves everywhere.
Stay home, be safe and aware.
Don't let barriers, bog you down, Dispel
any notions, that bring a frown, Spread
love, warmth, and positivity, Appreciate
this time of inactivity.
- Vaanya Vasudeva, Seerat Chopra and Simran Singh
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