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Staying inside is fine

 Stuck in the same place,

Gazing at the same face,

Attend to the online classes,

Every day is the same!


Do you think this will bring Corona some fame?

To go outside,

And spend some time,

Is my only aim!


Yesterday is today, today is tomorrow,

Where's the chance for us to play outside,

Corona is just too much sorrow,

But still there are many things we can do inside,

Why don't we look up to the positive and happy side?


Staying inside is a blessing in disguise, 

'Cause we're there by our parents' side!

Staying inside is also fine,

Until all is fine,

I'd say staying inside is fine,

Until the outside condition is fine.


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  1. T.SrinivasanFebruary 1, 2022 at 5:33 PM

    It is not Home alone. We can understand each other. Respect the elders. Play with young ones.

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  2. T.SrinivasanFebruary 1, 2022 at 6:21 PM

    You are correct Shriyandhaa. It's really boring to stay at home just because we want to stop this pandamic virus spreading. I too feel very sad that i could not play with my sweet cute grand children Shriyandhaa and Shripradhaa. Daily iam praying that everything thing should come to normal and all should have good health and happiness. Our prayers should be answered by God. You children pl pray to Lord Krishna HE will definitely eradicate this bad viruses from the world and we shall all be happy by visiting one another home going to school, temple ,to go on tour,to play ground and to beach during summer vacation etc etc you start your prayers sincerely.
    From Pushpa patti

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