54) The Fire

Our country is burning, literally everyday,

Millions are struggling, suffocating, grieving,

For themselves, their families, their friends,

Each day brings in so many new stories of pain.

The war this time is not fought at the borders,

Where army navy lay down their lives while fending off enemies,

Somewhere far off, by someone unknown,

Where it hardly stirs emotions in millions for long.

The war is in our society, our families, our homes,

Fought by the brave doctors and health workers we know,

They have given us lifelines multiple times,

This time they are risking their own lives as well.

And the impact is reaching almost each person,

Physically and emotionally touching all lives,

And the worst part is that the storm may pass one day,

But it will leave millions of our people scarred for life.

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