Dream was to seize every present gracefully
But present has come to wash hands frequently
Paralyzed time stealing the wishes of life
Starting and ending of days on thorny knife
Have to plant the present life in the ground of soaps
To live long healthy and follow up the planned hopes
If breaths growing up in the soap world to save hearts
Without vaccine will the lives find the pure healthy paths?
29.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
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I would like to translate this poem
let the vaccine come mb of bd then we will see one long year wait and be at sea