Lockdown- 18th Day Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

World is gypsy dot
Sickness present punishment
No healer is there
Medicines in naughty wombs
Savior on blessed secret pyres

Blind, deaf, dumb, lame gods
In empty buds of praying
Paths made of dead masks
Before the all gods deaths are
Legal sin's unholy child

For destined earth luck
Stories of lives bewildered
Termite fate world's blood
Water of pot the graveyard
Near of evening burning lamps

Naturally comes
Disasters of the tsunami
Now presaging
The unseen flood in world air
Bringing hell in hungriness

Now final signal
All in safe shelters to save
From mighty heinous
But food-less centers for lives
Painful more than epic deaths

Sun and moon
Preexistence of good lights
But covering by the earth
Preexistence of the dark
There's day, night

Lockdown reign
By the govt to save all lives
But to implement the rules
Please perfectly ensure it-
'Door to door
Healthy foods and medicines
Delivery is precondition
Of Lockdown'

12.04.2020 (Chattogram City)