O Curse Of A Century Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

O Calamity of a century,
Enough thieving of precious human life,
Keen we're to see thine date of expiry.

As plague ye came, hoary thy history,
Unleashing a terror of gravest strife,
O thou curse of this chequered century.

Came thence as flue none any less deadly,
No withered virus, virulent was jibe,
Nor tamed, nowhere seen its life expiry.

Corona as now creepy and scary,
With mutants of many a varied type,
Messenger O of Death from mortuary,

Thought, year twenty had reigned more than plenty,
‘Las, what followed has dug in more than rife,
O Year Twenty One, when's thine expiry?

O Tragedy Smidgeon of great fury,
O Crowned Tsar, thine bite sharper than of knife,
Time ripe to go, hasten but not slowly,
We're keen to see thine back, better hurry.
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Villanelle |09.04.2021|
Topic: tragedy, calamity