Poisonous Imperialist
The blue sky
now under the capture of poems
there birds are flying with the poetic mind
coronavirus in the canvas of poems
no rooms for airplane, no rights to pollute
the winds of the space
the winds of the blue sky want freedom
from the game of naughty pollution
holding the poisonous hands of coronavirus
they want to capture the whole world
if the life of poems infected by the virus
will be deaf, dumb, blind
then will die with the bird group after group
no poems without the words will survive
have to die with the mask in the jaw of shut
the space freedom of life under the mask rules
that’s where the imperialist coronavirus is flying
12.03.2020 Chattogram
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