As time is passing
We have lost track of time,
Track of our goals
Keep on watching prime.
But mostly we crave for people
Those are closest to our hearts,
The agony of not being able to meet
Yet knowing, it’s time to act smart.
But when I see the suffering
Of the people and the medics,
And on the other hand
Some people taking all the credits.
Leaves me thinking about this,
Do we even know what misery is?
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