If I kiss your lips,
the virus transmits through lipstick.
If I caress your exuberant hair,
the virus transfers through its tanglement.
If I touch your tender body,
the virus transports evil into it.
No kiss, no caress, no touch
This is new protocol of life
The king Corona ordered it many months ago
And you have to obey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem