Flowers Always Smile, But Not To Corona.

Everyone and Even everything are greatly Sad, gloomy, and heart-broken By what it happens Around us, We are all calculating our days And even our nights By what is happening Around us, We are all unaware of What the coming days Are really hiding to us, The more the stupid Corona penetrates Into our own minds and Our own bodies, The more we try only To escape the situation which We are amid its storm, We are all unhappy With what is happening now, We are all amid an going-on turmoil That never ends happily, Our whole life turns into That gloomy and melancholic wasteland, We are all burning like those Pieces of firewood Anywhere and everywhere, Everything has turned dark and Even gloomy around us, Everyday thousands of innocent souls Pass away without any funerals, but They are buried silently Here and there, Everyone is absolutely unemployed Except those gravediggers who keep Waiting for more and more, Hospitals are absolutely overcrowded By hundreds of thousands of Corona's patients just to save their own lives, We do not know really What is going around us Up to this moment, Flowers and roses only smile To those who love them, but Not to Corona.