In the changing times
Once in a while many people dies,
Some by wars, some by disasters
Now we have the virus, and who are not survivors
All that hugs and kisses stop,
Many were fakers on the top.
Now we find out who is the real friend,
Who is not afraid of our touch, the real God-send.
Personally, I could die many times
In my 86 years, day or night.
If my time is here to go,
I live in peace and leave behind the inferno.
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