The Clasp Of Misery
The Clasp Of Misery1 min 12K 1 min 12K
No fresh air to breathe,
Nature is not ready to clasp me,
Dearth, fear, suppressed joy,
That is what I see.
The lockdown days seem to keep extending,
Scarcity helps people suck,
misery, sorrow and loses,
And my tears get welled up………….
Biting the bullet for the economic crisis
The only increase is in the prices.
Stay home! Stay safe!
It is the only slogan I get to hear.
Doctors, army, cops at the forefront
Who is going to save them, dear?