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| Thank to the Corona |
Who apprised:
his humble home was a holy plot
Like the
village temple, holiness in every spot.
In the hall
or veranda the young or old dared not
Enter with
weary legs and hands completely washed not.
When time
flies, little by little the earth shrunk so small.
The amazing
abode, on the google map appeared subnormal.
Things on
earth changed gradually in our thought and act
We like
aliens trod on the sacred land with leather clad foot
That spoilt the sanctity of the magnificent home a lot
And the Natural
warmth of the mother earth for ever lost.
Thanks to the
Corona, hands and foot are now washed well
Spotlessly
clean before stepping into the traditional home
Which
makes the home front a holy precinct
again with love and warmth.
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