Corona Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Corona

Thy very name drains my veins,
as mine eyes doth witness thy appalling game.
of Tyranny, unpaid slave of death,
who giveth thee thine might of power exercised?

Twenty twenty. the world did await.
for change of the hogged game of vein.
Like a thief shrouded by the cloak of night,
Like a tied villain restored to light/
Thou revenged us humankind/the supreme of God's creation.

Ironic it seems. in a way,
Mother nature rejoiceth yet in dismay.
The Universal spirit, joins the four elements in sway,
healeth does she, of her children who may have forgotten.
How to liveth life as it was meant to.

But, oh the cries and moans as we bury the dead with numbers untold/
Silenced are we around the Earth, quarantined, at homes.
time lost. But to you, who fears no mortal,
Tis thy victory and triumph.
shame on thee,Shame on thee,

We humans have conquered greater epidemics than thee
Thou would see thy decedent die, and we shall rise again

Poet Shanika Marini Paul
29th March 2020