Dear contagion, you are a boon!
No matter what the people say
For you have come at the right time
To cleanse and detox the human kind.
You may be a biologically spread disease
But our escalating desires needed a prune.
We got so engrossed in superficial stardom
That the recurrent Nature’s signals we didn’t mind
This sudden lockdown has caused us to swoon
As we are learning new survival strategies
And believing in some mystic rune
To take away the disease and the grime.
Life has been paused but we will not cease to croon
We will, thus, keep our spirits high and focus on the prime.
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