Begging at his gate for food
sister less
brother less
father less
but looklike mom would do
give me a morsel of
CORONA VIRUS
That'll do
Suddenly there was a thunder bolt from 369//500 fell to ground level zero that's how all poets know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I SEE HIM DAILY MOUTH GAPING FOR A MORSEL FROM SOME PET LOVER