Corona - The Invisible Enemy Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Neither the creatures, in heavy huge form
Nor the Elemental havocs of Fire, water or windy storm
Could so much mark the panicky horrors of Death;
Invisible as they are, a morbid, chill choking breath
Runs through the spine and the Doomsday
Seems to advance trampling and blowing over the hay
Of existence; all valued tokens small or big
Lose their specific place in the span for a fig;
But No..! it is only a greed -powered chaos, man-made
By transgressing the limits of Life and its shade...
The World for sure, is no more a Cacti Land!
Yet, Eliot's words in loud echoes linger and reprimand
" This is the way the world ends, Not with a bang but a whimper" **
Faith charges Hope: Man as ever will win the war
And then, restore the anthropos ' supremacy on a par..!







**Note: Eliot's ' The Hollowmen ' ends with the lines