Ode To The Covid-19 Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Photographers through webcam do remote shoots
Of half-nude models in lockdown to catch
their beauties, and feast the eye who loots
and s all Aps to see the belles in each batch.
Those who starve take in hunger more verve
in watching the figures than watching Corona Match.
They clapped hands, lit lamps, to down the Virus' nerve
but the hiding alien stings with all vigours
and spreads by touch for all the people to serve.
It stretches its tentacles to harm those in dirty rigours.
My God! The kin of the dead can't to do funeral rites.
With little food, hunger in the belly triggers
the poor to burgle, rob and spend wakeful nights.
Annihilator of living things: beware, oh, beware!