Aftershocks Of Covid Outbreak Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The washermen and barber,
the dry cleaners and the hair-dressers
starve and die without food.
The people are scared to give
the dirty linen to wash
or their hairy heads to trim.
Our potent god of wealth,
Thirumal in Thirupathi
who is a lender in stealth
and not a borrower in open
is pitiful to permit the sale
of His properties in Tamilnadu
for paying perks to His servants.

Once people thronged in temples
pushing and pulling each other.
But the outbreak of Covid
has silenced even the voice of gods.
The backwards needn't worry
for money to spend for their children's fees
to NEET, as the seats of BC go to the forwards.

The migrant workers who came back home
have no means to survive.and The farmers
need to sell their lands for industries
and be vendors selling vegetables
and fruits in push carts or try-cycles.
If people have no resource to pay fees
for their children in schools,
they can admit their wards inHimachal
where there is fees free-learning of Sanskrit.
Battalions of Covid, locusts, GST to medicine
NEET and acquisition of lands for industries
are stalking people, with killing
and spilling blood in streets.
The social media make payments
if the women shoot photos
by smiling, dancing and embracing men
and morality of the society
sheds tears in streets.
When honesty is not sweet for a donkey,
what will happen in this world?