Lockdown can’t go down in creation, Sit at home and listen to explanation. Can’t go to the market or swim, Because of the virus, can’t go for atrim. Everywhere I go on TV, phone, on everyone’s mouth, It there in north, east, west and south. As I woke up, the birds started to chirp, It was as quiet as a massive curb. Wash hands hundred times a day, They have become as dry as hay. May be god is giving us a sign, Let us all pray and be safe.
സാങ്കേതിക പരിശോധന - Anilkb തീയ്യതി: 19/ 04/ 2020 >> രചനാവിഭാഗം - കവിത
