the philosophy of simply doing nothing has arrived.
when father was alive he called as lazybones when we simply stayed at home and read books.
Mother complained about said unfair and unjust treatment.
Tradition expects us to plow the field, to pasture the buffaloes and cows, to fish in the river, to climb mountains, and to be with all the people in the village.
Staying home is not a virtue, it is anti-social.
Now what do we have? We are best when we stay at home.
We are appreciated when we keep distance.
We are ordered to wash our hands and cover our mouths.
Time is changing. Virus is here.
And no vaccine is seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem