Night

Pitch dark

Light

Broad day light

Hours pass like a snail

Days like earthworm

Months are moving like cockroach

Disease like history  repeats itself

Our behaviour also

Nothing changed except numbers of folks

And names of diseases

Humanity always takes a beating

In the face of fear or

Under its foot

Never seek meaning of life

As it stops giving it

When you demand it

Understand its silence

Violence and ambivalence

To live is a privilege

None wants to surrender