This virus is called Corona;
It came from China.
The roads are silent;
Many people can’t go camping in the tent.
This virus is called Corona;
It came from China.
The roads are silent;
Many people can’t go camping in the tent.
We ambled through the forest,
Footsteps quiet as the night;
Shadows haunted the scenery,
As we waited for the light.
The human digestive system is complex;
Though it works with a movement reflex.
The system always in its hands,
Has the alimentary canal and the associated glands.
Imagine a bright and sunny day,
And you are imagining your way;
Now, here comes the disturbance,
Some questions, which make no sense.
Corona, Corona go away,
To send you far is there any way?
Am compelled to stay at home,
Against my wish to roam.
Mother, Mother you are so precious to me,
You do all the work, I see.
You are so beautiful,
You are always cheerful.
Animals controlling farms,
Lions going to the barber;
The artist within me can make me laugh,
And take me to places even farther.
Sitting under the moonlit sky,
I heard a muffled cry.
The cry seemed to be coming from somewhere high,
So I glanced above and saw the little moon cry. Continue reading The gloomy moon