Rain falls,
Blending with the cold,
The pandemic silence,
Alone sitting in the corner,
In my Study room,
I stretch out my legs,
Idling away my time,
Confined in quarantine,
Counting the seconds,
I feel that April, too,
Has melted away,
Like a snow flake -
In the palm
Mykoul
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