Coronavirus Concerned - 6
April 6, 2020
Under lockdown, you, o, the inhabitants
Run! Rush! Be at the houses
To be saved
From life-threatening coronavirus,
This dreadful virus
In short time massacre thousands of lives,
Hopes and dreams fly
Towards the grey sky;
Tears in the eyes dry
Hopers and dreamers die,
Their kith and kin cry
Their stuff soon decay.
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Tears in the eyes dry Hopers and dreamers die,