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Stillness is deepening Loss of humans is getting

Stillness is deepening

Loss of humans 
is getting multiplied every single hour. 
The patience seems painful to uphold. 

The cities are under "shut down".
Despair; torment; fear; guilt, 
Have engrossed my town. 

The life has turned lifeless.
Time seems passive. 
Days and dates are muddled, 
When newness is merely foreseen.  11 minutes are just right for pleasure. 11 rupees is the ideal alm you give in India. 11 is when I start shortlisting a midnight poem from among the dozens I read through the day. 11, eleven, sounds elegant. What happened in the past 11 days? 

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Stillness is deepening

Loss of humans 
is getting multiplied every single hour. 
The patience seems painful to uphold. 

The cities are under "shut down".
Despair; torment; fear; guilt, 
Have engrossed my town. 

The life has turned lifeless.
Time seems passive. 
Days and dates are muddled, 
When newness is merely foreseen.  11 minutes are just right for pleasure. 11 rupees is the ideal alm you give in India. 11 is when I start shortlisting a midnight poem from among the dozens I read through the day. 11, eleven, sounds elegant. What happened in the past 11 days? 

Write your #lockdowndiary for #day11lockdown  #YourQuoteAndMine
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