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JAI GARG

Abstract Drama

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JAI GARG

Abstract Drama

Quarantined (Day Seventeen)

Quarantined (Day Seventeen)

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The silvery moon turns pink to hurt

Spreads it blush under growing loss;

Where social Distancing was taboo

Just a few days ago from arrogance,


The eagle licks its wounds crying foul

As harsh realities emerge to be faced

Who could have dreamt the outcome;

A mighty nation bought on its knees?


Friends will never be foes one must learn;

Diplomatic words sadly leave a bad taste!


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