O, corona! O, Human
Monday,16th March 2020
Neither that Corona has shaken my faith
nor that I am afraid of death
I feel so sad about a; ; those unfortunates
they are gripped with fears till date
No ray of hope is seen
it has become ghostly scene
Living people are confined
dead are buried
you can't shake hands
you can see dead end
where is the tunnel of hope?
the fear multiplies non-stop
I offer my sincere prayers
for all those youngers and elders
to come out of shocks
that soaks out their throats
have you ever heard?
about those horrified words
throughout the world
the fear is expressed but miseries remain untold
is it men's own folly?
that research on bio-chemical weapon is on
how mercilessly it is shown?
that we are on this beautiful earth to disappear of our own
Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is it men's own folly? that research on bio-chemical weapon is on how mercilessly it is shown?