Lockdown- 44th Day

Meaningless paste of feelings in this artificial path No sympathetic moon journey to the mute heart Your shocking tears wraps the demises in classic flu Gluttonous earth ground now in the happiest foods flow There comes death obituary as well as birth anniversary But in the falcon ridge the lute stops to read in frightful prey No great or small, no rich or poor in this whirlwind of door Equally lose in gravitational maze of time by man made sore For long life last evening had no prayer But this morning healthy sun greets nature For the shining life still safe walking in four walls In human hands the greetings must come as hull 08.05.2020 (Chattogram City)