The Illness Of Adversity-
The devil dons a dark face,
A smirk of early victory or race.
An eerie corner and unsafe place,
The summer skies yet wintry days.
An unsought guest,
Of set goals and games,
Three feet off the rest,
Severe scarce of food and grains.
Flying digits and deaths.
Unusual lockdown,
Around every city and town,
A lull at every length and breadth.
My mind cringes thinking of more,
Obscure thoughts and uncertainty.
O saviour, hand us a key to unlock this door,
And help us kill this illness of adversity.
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