Really great?
Let me not speak to you
I am dying with corona.
Come not out dear
Everything is going to smash.
Smashing is our luck.
Go not to the street
But stay at home
And please take pure sweets.
Life is facing many
Many ups and downs.
Still I am singing,
Singing the songs of
Life and death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem