The life has become Hell
And there is no way out
Can't meet someone I love
Can't in the open i wander about
The flowers are shedding
Fragrances and swinging
Merrily in the soft wind
And colorful birds are flying
Up chirping and fighting
Into the clear blue sky
From my room I hear the
Cry as someone is going to die
The life has become Hell
Seems it is not moving fast
The disease is like a curse
Don't know how long it will last
It's truly like a curse. But this will pass too. Great poem
Everywhere Everyone In tensions But the nature In as usual Life suffers Till last breath Buying heII of ultra modernity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The life has become Seems it is not moving fast The disease is like a curse Don't know how long it will last.....much impressive lines. Ofcourse the disease like corona virus is a curse. Well executed. Beautiful poem. Five stars.