Year's Seventh April
Today's my morning started
Seeing magpie dance
It seems world is hot
In the poisoning world air
I'm grateful to all
Vacuum flask all
Abiding by law of govt.
Staying at self home
The grocery shops
The vegetables hawkers
Under the control
After this evening
Not govt. administration
But slum dwellers boys
Showed terrible work to close
Everything before fixed time
After some time there
I discovered black trading
Absorbing dusk's dark
World is beautiful
But peoples ethics are odd
Death loves rules of lie
07.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Lock down enables us to ponder thoughts and observe the things and people around us. An astute observation. The ultimate stanza is perceptive and incisive.
Vacuum flask all - this is how lockdown feels, but then - world is beautiful, relevant words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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