On this earth, which the man beholds
As his sanctuary own, he has proved
The mightiest of all and defied
Challenges unthinkably hard,
Has taken the route of science
To go up the value chain
That shields him from disasters
And plagues but at what price?
Lives sacrificed and centuries wait,
All seem to go up in flames
As out of the blue Coronavirus strikes.
A reminder that the world is flat for all
Crowns and paupers no difference
None owing its pardon for a bribe
Coronavirus the cruel is at his door
With its penchant to attack the crowds,
And known for its savor for flesh vintage
Goes on the rampage in search
Of the vulnerable old, raring
To afflict and put him to death,
Heart wrenches as digs invisibly the pest
Into his kith and kin to reach unto him.
Fight between the man and the devil
Is heating up every second
As destiny stands with bated breath,
With the economy in ruins and so the life
The man needs to hit the devil fast
Where it hurts the most
By cutting off its wingspread
By him moving into a loner's life
A skill that's not easy on the man
But once mastered Coronavirus
Is bound to lay down its arms.
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2020
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