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No Cure The world lost in its own dreams, Shaping

No Cure

The world lost in its own dreams,
Shaping future , in past which were seen.
With treads slowing down,
A few could be seen in the town. 
Half faced walking with masks,
In hurtle have to conclude all their tasks.
And peeping though casements those tiny tots,
Can't step on grass its danger they are taught.
But that little shutting one's eyes went there,
Was risky entailed preclusion and care .
People isolating themselves in the cubes,
Preventing contagiousness restraining their moves.
Rubbing palms again and again with soaps ,
As its the only way and their last hope.
In last few minutes found two people more,
This disease is inoperable as it has no cure.

by Meghna Sharma...
No Cure

The world lost in its own dreams,
Shaping future , in past which were seen.
With treads slowing down,
A few could be seen in the town. 
Half faced walking with masks,
In hurtle have to conclude all their tasks.
And peeping though casements those tiny tots,
Can't step on grass its danger they are taught.
But that little shutting one's eyes went there,
Was risky entailed preclusion and care .
People isolating themselves in the cubes,
Preventing contagiousness restraining their moves.
Rubbing palms again and again with soaps ,
As its the only way and their last hope.
In last few minutes found two people more,
This disease is inoperable as it has no cure.

by Meghna Sharma...