Let Me Go Back Poem by Zosim Uddin

I don't know what it is?
But it gives me a difficult time.
It breaks my life's rhyme.
'It's corona ', someone says.
I think it's a curse that makes me hopeless.

This curse takes away many lives.
It also takes away my pleasures.
It binds me in a room.
This is the room where I'm bound.
It's my school, It's my playground.
Now I'm bound with instrument.
That doesn't give any amusement.

I want to go out the door.
Because I am so bored.

I had a past where all were genuine.
I had a daily routine,
A school, classmates, classrooms, teachers,
Opened field, library, many new faces.
All lessons could touch my heart.
Oh! Now all seem to dream, all have past.
I want back my past time.
Let me go back to that time.