They say it is a happy time
They can see peacocks dancing
Monkeys running in roads and prancing
And birds opening their wings wide chirping
They say it is happy time
With sky looking blue and clear
With greenness extending far and near
With the hill sitting afar like an ageless seer
They say it is happy time
Inside homes they are enjoying
Cooking, reading, writing and playing
With exercise and care their bodies glowing
They don't say about hunger
How days are tough for the poor
Inside his home he lives as a stranger
His children are dying out of thirst and hunger
this is a time to live and one to die what is your option I don't how and why Atime gone beserk in times of the worse wars last long years Vietnam went on and on WW11 did not stop people still survived many died but sad the ones who have now sent the world amock played with GERMOCIDE a sad besides all human culture Can any one volunteer to them rapture Corona has gone wild somewhere it does subside but how long will man confide in his home silence does rise
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Now as the government is keen on looking after the poor they may not be starved. This can be a happy time if everything goes favourably. Let us hope for the best...10