In Venom
the covid-19 is perching
hither to thither
branch to branches
in the surviving breaths of human!
for the rescue
from the poor deaths
the human timid mind
worried to have vaccine
but yet to have it
hungry mind
passionately dies
poor death
no way
without waiting
into the venom of innovation
world will be alive long
this mind into the jaw of weevils
thru unknown assassin mills
18.10.2020 Chattogram
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