Creatures Of The Night! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The governments imposed
lockdown to arrest the spread
of the China-born Covid.
'No work, no pay '
to workers in factories.
But their skills give them hope.

Some of the skilled workers
by tradition or learning,
the hair-dressers and the ironing
have killed themselves
with their children as Covid
has scared people not to have
access to them. There are no
beggars and givers in streets.
Some computer-savy people
dobegging by !

Scotched or real, rumours
galore about Covid's love
to catch those linked
to commercial sex workers.
The visitors to brothels,
the asylum for the creatures
of the night, couldn't move
out of their houses and so
they have pleasure to keep
long social distance
from those earth-borne stars.

The creatures of the night
stave without income
and some show their skills
to earn through social media.
As they have already lost
their honour under threat
Or for luxuries, they don't think
of suicide or running into fire.
They are the worst sufferers.
As Covid has no deadline to end
the governments have to spend
something to mend their life
and get into other trades.