Death, death, death, the word
That was not so terrible?
Never thought we before
Death would become horrible!
In my generation the first time
Looking I am this
The hands of death so severe
That no one can die in piece
The terror of death is everywhere
That shut all the doors
Windows aren’t ready to open
The lives have become poors.
Corona is the pen-name
We’ve given to the death
Only Christ can save the world
By the repentance by the faith
– Kishore Shinde
KISHORE SHINDE 