The Unknown Virus
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Sitting on the terrace
I watch the lonely cloud
Slowly passing by
In the deserted street
Echoes the sound of crying
As someone is going to die
The sky is full of birds
In joyous mood and its color
Is now clear blue
There is pain and suffering
In homes though the earth
Is getting a life anew
Sitting on the terrace
Thinking about the past time
I shed copious tears
Wish human should get rid of
This deadly virus and live
Without pains and fears
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