I feel deep love for social mixing,
But I am locked up in my own shell,
Heartless coronavirus whispers me,
Keep at a distance from my dear hosts,
I think I should laugh at his command,
But I can not annoy the hellish visitor,
He is reluctant to part from the earth,
Unless his lord calls him back,
He is crying till dawn, in my dreadful quarantine,
Wake up from the snoring sleep,
Seek Lord's forgiveness for the sins,
Against the poor and innocent children,
Of your merciful but severe lord,
The grip of your lord Is very severe,
As He warns in al-Quran
Mykoul
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