• simon_rock_pujari 79w

    The desolated streets
    The tourist less bazaars
    The tired eyes of a labor with no means to earn
    The street dogs sleeping undisturbed on the main road
    The silhouette of a silent town which once lit with bright city lights
    The solitaire traffic constable
    The daily hubbub of rumours overfed by the news channels
    The people's faces laminated in a face mask
    The empty playgrounds with no merry laughs to hear
    The scent of pungent sanitizers & disinfectants lingering in the stagnant room air
    The echo of distant sirens hampering the sound of silence
    Is cautiously whispering something,

    - Simon bhusal