POEM

Coffins are untouched.
They are on silent grave.
Graveyards are many
Within unknown earth.
Millions are on unmade grave.
It is under the power of earth.
No people can touch them.
No own people can afford love to them.
Really it is tearful.
It is the light with dark spot's power to blame Corona.
Corona is ugly and kindless with criminal task.
Coffins are silent in world.
They are bowing to grave forever to be silent.
The crying is hidden.
Love has been snatched.
Only love to live for everybody is there.
It is selfish corona that hinders to do good moral doings.