Friday, April 3, 2020


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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