COVID-NINETEEN
Pravat
Kumar Padhy
Till today, we live
Under the canopy of moon-shine,
Breathe in the open air,
And bathe in the morning sun.
Children play in the garden,
Merrily rush after butterflies
Carrying smiles of colours.
People move here and there
Like birds in the freedom of
the sky.
A sudden eclipse snatches away
The colour of brightness.
The world is darkened
As if we plunge
Into a black hole of despair.
The dark wind blows
Across the border
And thousands succumb to
victim
Like birds stripped off their
wings.
Parents are drowned with fear
For their dears.
In the forest of silence
The scratch of breath steals
away
The hopes for survival.
Ray of hope lies
Like deserted sand dunes.
Thousands have their one last
sleep
As if for them the sun sets
forever.
Some could never meet
Their kith and kin
As tears roll down the
cemetery lane.
The bridge of movement is
collapsed
And within the thick wall of
confusion
Man is detained within his own
self.
Why do you visit us like an
invader?
Better you return back, Coronavirus
To your original abode.
Let mankind take a bath in the
flow of purity
And live graciously with
nature
Offering everyone to dwell in
peace.
Literary Vives- Edition LXII,
April 2020 (Ed. Mrutyunjay Sarangi)
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