POEM
The people are pitiable.
We are not secured.
People are on road and boarder without money and settlement.
The journalists are are not secured but they have to bring whole report.
Work and salary are stopped.
We people are empty without work.
Salary is lost.
Government is sleeping.
Homeowners are closing the door to journalist and services.
It is inhumanity.
Darkness is in human world.
Old people are psychologically sick due to lock-down .
It is unendurable.
What do we do here ?
The writer has lost the way to visit family.
It is the way of looking journalist to sound for it.
The government is hiding and sleeping in corner to have silence of our destiny.
We are soundless to our problems.
Bhorle-7 ,Hile, parbat
