Say Goodbye 2020

Slowly swept clean the old footprints-graphs by the harsh tide, soaring waves and white surfs On the pavements of the sky monarchy the miserable odor of the past is flying curtly Now, it's the sharp edge of a pandemic year The end comes but not as an eternal end, it's a gyre Dale, hilly mail and mountain of the lost at the bank of setting down the sun, it's a ghost By born free soul wants to fly high, wants freedom But in the mournful living cage, it faces only doom Whatever, here we, the human is true authority of this We have to solve all seen-unseen problems with peace So, let's say goodbye this grief-stricken year with a firm conviction Let's welcome next year to a healthy, eco-friendly world ablution -19.12.2020 Chattogram