A Humane Touch #NaPoWriMo The virus ripped the soul of some A thunder storm,and zillions died A section filled with closed eyes and a special coffee at home. Turned a blind eye ,to the inflicted pain of migrants. No space in your life for the destitute . Your wardrobe and kitchen form a bedsheet , in the walls of the never ending social media galore. Is this the best time you ever had ? Where on earth do you reside? With such a nihilistic side of yours. Why pain and sorrow is fun for you? Who calls you human, and why even are you? Let this carnage be over, your fun and frolic can wait.