Lockdown- 3rd Day
Souls of deathless dead
Flying on fictitious winds
As Covid-nineteen
I'm seized in jail home
TV casting deaths high rate
In my lazy tale
News of everyday
Builds for me an asylum
As if life in hell
O bird of the sky
Your wings in freedom; me too
But in cruel chain!
28.03.2020 (Chattogram City)
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