Virus Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Virus



The little child is
Unwilling to sleep,
His mother says to him,
"Sleep soon,
The horrible virus is coming, "
Being afraid,
The sweet child falls asleep,
The loving mother smiles.

Friday, April 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: virus
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