Feel the Wind blowing,
Watching the trees swaying,
There is no crowd, There is no noise,
Everything, it slowly destroys!
Invisible eyes, behind closed doors,
It searches to settle scores.
Scared and hungry,
State and Country.
Show me the Super Powers,
New graves covered with flowers,
Show me the rich,
Crawling inch-by-inch.
Do you still have strength?
Do you still have hope?
The evil finds it difficult to breathe,
Locked up in cages, they cry from beneath.
Reboot. Restart. Reset. Reload.
Four legs set free on the empty road.
Hey, look there they fly,
In the cool blue of the sky!
Everything gets buried, pride and greed,
She’s busy sowing her new seed.
Everyone counts, April, May, then June,
P.S. Get well soon!!
Peace!
©2020 Anish Nair | All rights reserved
The Poetic Prism 
Wow this is deep and resonates with these current times we’re living in! Blessings to you brother 😀🙏💛👊🎉
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Great one.
We all feel it.
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I really enjoyed reading this! It speaks so much about world polcies and how everyone is behind closed doors. Thanks so much for sharing!!
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