Kenj's cry to naure May you call it Corona, Covid19 or whatever Intruder, bodies invades, the Imune detioriates In China was spotted, through air transmitted All over the earth, from east to west spread The sufferings of being infection acknowledged Isoliation, short of breath, being hospitalized Due to outbreak, lockdown all over the world The mind questions the first infected man A flu he might have thought himself he has Yet, what fault did he have, the heart plees He suffered, he might have lost his beloveds With masks, gloves, fears dressed our lives Nature with your winds, and fresh breezes Take this virus away, by the Lord’s grace With smile; there are so many dirty hands Ah kenj! Till wash with cordial feelings