Opening wings the white clouds flying high sky
No rain juice today falling on my city ground
Drinking sunny rays I feel headache in closed noon
Empty pocket at the end of month devouring praying paths
Loveless hearts destroying good meditation at large
Thousands of colorful lies writing the stories of surviving
My lock down days seeking now warmth pleasure
In the glass of summer rain with no corpse odor,
Vaccines of tolerance handling best human character
28.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
maha maha maha acchaaa good mb of bd u r keep healthy drink water its better
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I am reminded of one great couplet viz thirukkural which says 'laugh while in sorrow for nothing better than laughter can drive away sorrow'....your poem though otherwise means a lot about the present dolorous situation it still carries facts about the other side of life with the consequences of corona....enjoyed your poem with hearty prayers for the welfare of the sufferers10/10