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Inside The Lockdown

Hearts of the fearful are rift,
full of bends to drift,
and hope to lift,
undone thrift,
a shift.

Bonds of the separated grew,
with fresh barley brew
And love seemed anew
with just a few,
a curfew.

Sleep exercised its full power,
boredom grew by the hour,
movements turned sour,
joblessness a shower,
on dying flowers.

Couples enjoyed brawling,
many children crawling,
with speech drawling,
and legs sprawling,
minds hauling.

Another life in the lockdown,
a new kind of ups and downs,
in rooms found in silent towns.
And earth in brown,
broke down.

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