it rains hard
in my village
last night there
was lightning and
thunder
and then the rains
softened like silk pajamas
and i hear the silk worms
singing
on the leaves that they
are eating
and i hear you telling
you have seen the virus too
and the dances of death
in the corridors of
reckless men....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To every season a turn a turn a turn Oh time to rain oh time for pain Oh time to die a time for life It will come to pass. Lets just do the science of Covid