Here and there over the barren soil,
No crops can now be seen.
The venomous winds have spelled turmoil,
Engulfing all that's green.
Fear of death and groans of pain,
Have filled up all our lives.
Dreadful breath with poison rain,
Has sprinkled deadly vibes.
Jobless youth knows no game,
To earn a few loaves of bread of need.
The treacherous monsters in the frame,
Hurl these stones of greed.
We must stay in gaps of tracks,
No-touch can be so safe.
No ways to fill these gruesome cracks,
Our eyes do stare in the gape.
Months and days do flow ahead,
Like a lifeless brook.
The distinct blots of the game so played,
Altered the global look.
No work to earn the meals to live,
Hunger grins in guile.
Crumbled pieces of dreams they weave,
Hiding tears in the smile.
Unemployment shakes the root,
Corona bears the cause.
Lethal, virulent, deadly brute,
Calls for a global pause.