Hands Of Providence Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

O my estranged deer! In Covid's cruel rule
the leaders, doctors andcops are scared
and they hide their headsbefore the virus, cool.
To touch and bury its preys, they never dared.

When the whole world thinks of Covid and shiver,
in my mind and heart remains your charming face.
To touch e'en the holy books people quiver
and after the weak, the Covid gives its chase.

I wasn't privy to the thoughts of your small mind
but Covid treats the whole earth its well known ground.
I couldn't wowed your heart with my nature kind
and I can't be a fool to wag you 'round.

When the hands of Providence cut the knot binding us
everything will end before you try my mind to suss.