Heaven on earth seems to be so unfriendly
because of the pandemic's subjugation!
Life is trapped in the quicksand of poverty;
unable to get up through any motion!
The rough road is trodden in difficulty;
but the end of plague is on the horizon!
So sufferance only makes the spirit firm;
letting soul have the strong hope in the long term!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem