An Earnest Prayer Poem by Vasanthi Papu

AN EARNEST PRAYER
O Lord! My Lord! With folded hands and bent knees it's me again,
One evil force with all its might has wrapped this vast domain.
The prince and the pauper are entangled alike with its demon's rein
The innocent infants and the ailing aged, inside the coffin they remain.

The bereaved ones with a grievous heart sing a sad refrain
Having lost many precious lives the entire world cries in pain.
A team toils round the clock to find a panacea cracking its brain
Yet the pandemic takes an upper hand shattering our social chain.

O Lord! Why have you shut your abode and let us struggle in vain?
Worst days are these to stay away, though our hearts have no stain.
Come, shoo away this malignant germ that has made this land a fatal plain
Bestow your grace on us so that radiance and peace this earth shall retain.