Lockdown- 48th Day
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Now springtime going on of the wrinkled forehead
Has been rubbed out the lucky lines of scientific vest
Soaring eagles flying away high and falcons eyes in dirge chorus
Drowning the risen sun in the sprouting hungry necropolis
No rainy tears in the warmest weather cheering to sun
Dancing waists waiving in the salty foods of eyes
Embroidered feathers of peacocks in ravens wings
White crows in the shrouds of wayward trapped earth
12.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
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