When we were children, We all either swayed to or were charmed by the old classic,
“Nanhe munne bachche teri mutthi mein kya hai Mutthi mein hai takdeer hamaari.” ("Little children, what is in your tiny fist? In our fist lies our destiny.")
2020 When the doors were locked, The sky was dark and still, Faces were masked, Streets were ghostly. The voiceless roamed, Not knowing what was yet to come.
