Remaining paths on the red vermilion
Seeks remedy of imprisoned life zone
Digging out the final residual den for breath
Washes the paths of rest life warning fate
Yet cloudy summer sky starting plough hopes
Will back all joyful times with relative crops
We are all together without anyone lacking
Will return to souvenir field subtracting nCoV-19
23.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
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