Today in the evening—
Balconies are in brightness!
I feel about the wretched,
Living under the thatch!
He also changed to a lighter,
It's the Candle Festival,
He too lit a candle,
Begging from his overlord,
His thatch burnt to ashes,
Homeless, nowhere to quarantine,
Fell victim to Covid-19,
A new untouchable born,
Destitute and forlorn.
Mykoul
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