Lockdown- 49th Day

I thought flowers of this summer sky would be mine, official increment would shine daily expenses I thought this year would be crown twenty match in my twisted love Forty nine fiery lockdown days Almost eighteen thousand infected Two hundred sixty nine died My country peoples Hilarious The more lockdown days the more infections and deaths Parallel acceleration Today on foot to my office As if I am in masqueraded town Ghostly environment is activated in city officialese Incremental veins and festival bonus are dead with infected souls My thought making me stranded forlorn sand home 13.05.2020 (Chattogram City)