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