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A Little Hope| Yugadi Nawale

This monotony of life, Is getting to me maybe Maybe I'm missing the purpose Yearning for those closest to me As dawns bleed into dusks, And days blur into each other Weeks turn into months Prosaicness taints every hour People trapped away from their homes Thirsting for a grain of rice Uncertainty enshrouds the world today Trepidation becomes a living, breathing vice. Still we hope, we fight For that sunrise When masks won't cloak our smiles And hugs won't be a crime...

 
 
 
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