To my skill I fell

Like rapture came the lockdown

Unprepared for the suffering ahead people panicked,

Workers retrenched,and business shot down

In fear ,citizens dreaded dying from starvation than the pandemic

How can I get a job amist the crisis

To my skill I fell back

But how would people sew clothes when feeding was an issue,

And survival was all that mattered

No clue on when this will all end

To myself I thought .

But my bravery stood unquivered

Passion drove me like a submarine

And I dived in like a fearless shark

To conquer.

And with every wonder I thread

I realised that my Sparks for fashion has developed a thicker root.