Procession of Death Afsana Rahman A monster (Covid19) is out there, Looking for humans’ bodies to enter. People dying every single day The morgue is overflowing with bodies. Shutdown roads, Shutdown restaurants The days are getting harder, There is no hope for a better tomorrow. Dangerous to work and go out Warning signs, posters hanging everywhere Wear masks keep distancing yourself. Sweet home is prison now. One little symptom can Separate you from loved ones. No matter how much you Love your family, If you are a victim You must maintain the rules 14-days of self-Isolation. When things are worse Death would be guaranteed. Imagine, How hard to accept When you look death in the eyes and You are in isolation from everyone. For the last time You cannot hold your partner’s hands, You cannot hug your parents, kids. When time is up You will realize We were born alone and die alone.
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