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The pleasant down that was the harbinger of news, Said human touch to be refused. Now, the human race has realized, how it feels to be caged and it's not legalized. Lockdown has taught us a forgotten lesson, To live in harmony should be our passion. We all have forgotten the cost of lives, Corona has taught us to live at a minimum and survive. A lesson that we can survive without junk food, Add little more savings to the livelihood. Home-cooked helps to get a better anatomical, And it's pocket friendly and economical. Social distancing has brought the old custom back, No shaking hands, only namaste i.e joining hands the way we clap. Everyone is up with new discoveries, We accepted that life too can run without luxuries. We learned the book of being hygienic, If applied to routine, relaxes our phrenic and support the splenic. It made zero the diamond and gold, Relations are the only thing we can hold. It gave an example of animals plight, How they are facing cruelty that's not wise. Show kindness to poor migrants by providing them shelter, Pain is some for all, only the manner may be altered. Yes, we can manage the wash from home, Then why you nincompoops roam. Life had some needless things, now gone Concluding the lockdown on a positive tone. Humans are the real threat to nature, Our hi-tech moves giving it torture. The mother-nature will herself heal, Lockdown will prove to a healer if we all follow rules and live with zeal.
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