Viral Wrath
A mask hides what is to happen next
all dark stair steps, will future be vexed?
Unknown disease, please touch me not
a nimble mind sits, fearful in distraught.
Flux of arduous mist, in smoke of doubt
dread enslaved bodies, banned going out.
Unstable present, put in bottomless holes
forgotten dreams, crushed beneath soles.
Hopes galore, will they drown in ocean?
desert of thirst, catastrophic commotion.
Puppet show on, lurking shadows behind,
coffins wait in bedside, death so unkind.
Embracing a bedlam, void of uncertain path
Can ventilators douse flames of viral wrath?
Rumbling in darkness, no sleep in our eyes
O power of Lord, ...when will the sun rise?
31st March ,2020
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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