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Profile Corona | जरुर पढो ना  In Wuhan Virology lab born and dwelled,  After massy homicides, across the world traveled.  Worldwide holocaust it is committed to give,  A sworn enemy of the right to live.  Out on world tour this killer of humanity,  Surreptitiously delivers havoc in charity.  Facing social distancing it is in India now,  For the time being, struggling to survive somehow.  Anticipating Modi's lockdown to successfully continue,  Finds no human body on the road to enter into.  Now is planning to leave India soon,  Nobody knows where will Corona be on honeymoon. - By Chetan S. Bhardwaj

In the moonlit night she walks by the sea Searching for the gilded chest she once had concealed. The time has flown, the daddy's little princess has grown. In search of the forgotten teenage mire, She strives to leave past her lecherous desire. Staring at the surface, she prays for an Alchemy Turning lead into gold, transcendence is what she needs. Reflecting in the water, her teenage self smiles back Reminding of the talismanic evenings, she once had. Now as a woman, she is so consumed in her household chores Keeping others happy in spite of her immaterial woes. Her world has changed, in so many ways She hardly remembers those carefree days. But searching for the gilded chest, she would never leave For it would unleash, the long lost Alchemy. And on a fine evening as the whole world sleeps Turning lead into gold, she would break free. - Anirudh Bhardwaj

As the day bleeds into nightfall and the moon starts to shine A woman sits by the creek in a forest full of pines Surrounded by the ravenous wolves yearning for her flesh She stares at the beast who keeps her chained for the pack Hoping that one day she would take back her dignity She offers herself every night to the monsters who sold their morality When the night is dark and the wolves all asleep She looks down in the water and laughs at her grief Wondering how the beauty turned out to be her enemy Almost as if it was the curse of Persephonie As in the box of Pandora, there's one thing that forever lives  Hidden deep inside her box-like heart is the hope to change her destiny  Clinging to this hidden gem, she can still endure countless miseries  But how beautiful the world is outside, she keeps having reveries And as long as she lives, she will hold on To the dreams of her past that still keep her strong And on a sto...

Away from the maddening crowd where the human noise ends Lies a winding stairway that no one ever descends Visible to all, yet hard to spot It leads to a place that demons sought Deep into the woods, away from sight There lives a woman who dances in the night And on the moonlit nights, she dances with a ghost Her shamanism entices spirits from the coast No one knows her origin and the cause Neither she's a witch nor she's an ogre And listening to her soulful melodies Countless men have given in to the felonies Every single man who comes in her sight Turning into a vicious sod, he either kills or he dies - Anirudh Bhardwaj

Your life is like a game of chess Sometimes it's good, sometimes a mess. But why on earth are you sad? You're the one who made it like that. People will always come and go  Like the wind that forever blows.  And all the seasons and all your woes Will be gone as the time flows. But if you're still living in the past  reminiscing the moments that couldn't last. Then it's certain you can't escape  From all this pain and this heartache.  No matter how long you go like that 'Cause if thats you, you're already dead. - Anirudh Bhardwaj