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Existentialism

Existentialism





dwelt all mankind being friend and foe

in the global village,

and basked in the sunshine of their freedom

until corona came and  chased their freedom,

The very core of existentialism faced the danger of extinction.


dwelt mankind in various abode,

Corona spread her mighty invisible arms and spared the none

affecting the  man in the palace and on the street,

now the street lay all  barren and deserted

for humans are isolated,estranged and excluded like never before.


No festivities,no crowd and no ticking of the clock

every passing hour seems the same,

there is no rush,no hurry and no haste,

There are no takers for the numerous bodies,

that just witnessed their last sunset,

 awaiting  to be submerged in the nature,

Is it the wrath of the nature or of any long forgotten monster of the past

that came to seek bloody revenge from mankind?

or is it the prophecy of the old world that has come to haunt the human race?


I will not give up says the soul of the mother earth

my children will nurture me with their deeds of kindness,

with all their might's my sons and daughters will fight till their last breath,

there will be no annihilation this time, there is  hope and sustenance,

The cosmos will  rejuvenate me

The conspiracy to end me will expire with the demise of corona.












































































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