In Nation Pandemic Struggle

By Abhishek Kumar Anmol

From my eyes tear is falling like the form of blood

O lord can you heal from them and listen to my void shade

From heaven drops of rain is falling like a wave of peace to my nation

There is the weather which gives of hope, vanishes easily to nation

Why we can see black clouds seen like an ashes

We can collects everywhere which spreads easily viruses

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When I see a red rose its look like a dead blood

Until the surrounding becomes like a peaceful bird

When the leaf is detached from the tree

And they can fly in the open air freely anywhere

The wings are the symbol of love where we can spread

Everyone is feeling like a coward people dead body

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Poor people are roaming in the street for hungry

Some of them give in the bowl and feel happily

People carry his soul on wheel cart puller

Where life cycle until they touch the door of healer

We are seeing a thundering cloud

It seems like a painful vibrating loud

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The pain is like a powerful voice of nation victory

Where the nation is struggling and note down by the viceroy

Let we were unit and hold another hand to break in the length

And we can spread its width by healing strength

We are not on the line of hell door

We are waiting for our number

Can we feel or healing raining from the atmosphere

We again stand on our feet and walk in the open atmosphere

By Abhishek Kumar Anmol