Your face was so poetic like a greenery field
Now it seems faded within a protective shield

When I saw you at a glance little bit before
You were too precious as mineral as ore

Someone feels your voice so soft and tender
It makes me too crazy and I become wonder

Nobody asks me usually why I look so sad,
Every one knows the virus is brutally mad

Moves the world with unseen arms to kill
I won her before but you're yet facing so thrill

Our existence is really in the face of threats
Covid Corona had craved many of our greats

You too are now in the grip of the sight of virus
Don't be panic it will be away through the under pass

We'll enjoy under the same moon and the sun
It is true I am your true poet; and I am not fun