Corona Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

I

Crestfallen to reckon
when both the physician and the patient lie in one bed
and wait for death
i dash my head on the wall of time
and cry and pleadO Time! tell me
where is my future?
when the present is not with me
when I am scared and run for life
where do I find a solution?
in run,
in isolation, or
in unison?
when the day has turned insane
and moves around
like a killer fleeing from the prison ground
i stay away from my neighbor
and from my kith and kin
who shout and scream
to stay in quarantine!
though there is no terrorism,
no blast or of nuclear scare
but for a faceless,
invisible killer,
that emerges from everywhere
horribly terrible,
gruesome,
and fatal,
more fatal than the world war.

II

she has donned her Second-self
and her anger like bonfire permeates
to unleash fright and death
when her patience has run out
to elbow out my earthly position
and frown at
my immature science
and feeble materialistic gain
by wielding her trump cardthe deadly Corona outbreak
after a Tremor, a Tsunami or Fani's wreck.

©Prafulla Panda, India.