Debt of Mankind
Debt of Mankind
Aren't you so miniature in size; naked eyes can't see you.
Yet you are so ferocious in contour; bare ears can't stop hearing the news.
Your birth; an intangible mark.
Your death; probably an immoral tale.
We divulged you since tryst with destined.
But there is no known antidote till today.
Children don't play on grounds anymore;
Adults don't gather on gossips any longer.
And the wilds are lockdown.
Are you an opportunistic disease?
Or
Are you the quarantine merciless tyrant?
Since science named you as 'Covid-19' and
My poetry authored you the 'Debt of Mankind'!
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