Corona Virus Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

And the sound will be heard
Of women crying and children wailing
Of fathers beating their heads against the walls
And the streets will be deserted
With shutters down and doors closed
Upon the cruel world something horrible befalls

And death with its ugly face
Will strike humans hiding inside a virus
And toll will rise around the world day by day
For killing of God's creatures
For destroying the trees and habitats
A game of revenge nature has no option but to play