Prisoned Road
Prisoned Road
From dusk to dawn, I was flooded with the dusty storm,
From jingles of horns to the talks of many borns,
I wonder I use to be talkie, Alas! now I keep mum,
In the era of 2021.
Running parallel through the cities, I stay silent,
The advent of the tiny virus has made me a barren island.
I shout I wait for the merry vibrance,
Hauling for my bail,
As I am the 'Prisoned Road' in Corona Jail.