Lockdown- 17th Day

Busy path was that Like before but less walker Beside the rail line Grasses are growing Greenly lives now on that path Decorating well At the setting sun Your spreading two hands as if wanna hug pink sky Emptiness walking speedy with pang tears in world home Dove of evening time Calling from far forlorn bush As an fear angel Face of off TV Trembling the inside grief nerves Cause death news still on Sound proof time bombs on world air Blasting step by step in whole As life-destroyer Made of biochemical By secret agent as curse Before the mirror I'm dreaming that bomb near me Brightest moon went far Probably next sun no more Through my window crystal glass Yet I'm screaming here It's dream, maybe mind will die Heart will get rebirth My soul will be immortal For world I'm the one true love 11.04.2020 (Chattogram City)