Carona! Carona! Carona! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

O my quick-footed and a pimple graced deer!
When I call you to the beach, Marina,
You raise a hue and cry on the virus, Carona.
Carona may come and go, but we're e'er here.

Lend your ears to Siddha cures in you-tube.
Drink twice a day, Kaba-sura-Kudineer.
Add leaves of herbs with your pepper-mixed soup.
Garlic and turmeric in milk make you immune to that fear.

Siddha syrup checks the phlegm around your lungs.
No side effect and it clears the hoarse cough.
Fruits you take and nuts you often munch;
then the virus won't dare to look at you and laugh.

Throat pain and mounting fever yet must get you in a clinic;
with awesome courage and no panic, go for a picnic.