Of an awfully great choice, I bought a car. 
To make tons of funnies, and reach destinations afar. 

Four wheels my car did have: 
The first named ‘economy’ 
Of whom poverty was the enemy. 

The second called ‘health’ 
That neither security can give, nor can wealth. 

The third termed ‘ resources’ 
That armed me with forces, to build myself and grow.

The fourth titled ‘development’ 
Of which education and infrastructure are crucial elements. 

I went on a ride to achieve my aim, 
Gain my pride and make my hurdles tame. 

I was developing rapidly,
But the vicious Corona seized me. 

Then, the sudden knell of a faraway bell, 
Startled me and threw me out of my nightmare. 

There I was, still in my car, 
Stuck in a marshland, 
Steering wheel in my hand, 
Struggling against Corona's plan. 

By Basistha Chaurasiya, X B

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Painting Credits: Sandip Parida, XI F

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