Covid-19 a poem
A short and engaging read about what's called Covid
Surviving in a world of despair
Adrift in a sea of fear
Covid nineteen brought us in despair
It's a fate that can't be reversed
A global pandemic like no other
A virus that has spread like wildfire
It's spread far and wide
Leaving us helpless and scared
It's disrupted our lives
Transforming the ways we lived
Forcing us to rethink our habits
Living life in a bubble of uncertainty
It's changed the human race
Bringing out the worst and the best
There are days of darkness
And moments of hope and light
Covid nineteen has brought many changes
The future unknown, our ground unstable
But if we remain united, it can be overcome
As we strive to protect each other and survive.
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Vishal Thangakumar
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