POEM
Science is inventive and experimental.
It is Practical too.
It is beautiful and destructive both.
Science can not find the medicine of Corona.
People are with unlimited death.
Science has not completed to save biological death of many.
Science was charming previously.
But now it is silence.
It is fruitful when solution is there.
Science has slept now with secrecy of its destruction.
India , New Delhi-Punjabibag
