Corona

An queer tune plays on;
Faces shrouded in masks fail to hide
The malaise in one’s eyes.
They move in fear
Of devils of their imaginings;
Their souls hanker for peace,
Yet optimism withers to premonitions.

The music escalates,
Their movements rhyme with it.
A few outliers argue with their intuitions;
They are desperately resolute,
Not to fall into the trap of delusions.
The fight between the mind and the body
Is nothing but a perilous rhapsody,
Causing an arresting unrest.
The cadence flows,
Regardless of these faces;
They come and go,
Amusing the Listeners in the process.

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