Confining Carona Virus Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

If you stand in open and shoot at me
I will show my chest with open arms.
When you are a sniper sniggering
that laugh is enough and bullet is no need.
When you are in a snit, I keep quiet.
Had I been awarded with death sentence
I would have been happy. But this silence
without a call to make or a message to send
is more than brutal hanging or slitting
the throat that dared tosay, "you're half-man".

O my intellectual snob! Your wants aren't
probable to Psychologists and Scientists.
I lie awake scourged by my conscience
for the fault not made or the word not said.
When a world- war veteran is out and about
raising his fisted hands by winning the bout,
I'm here an outcast as the Virus-victims
thrown away in streets even if they're doctors.
Unfasten the ties around my tongue and hands,
I will reach you by running all the way.