Piggy Bank Poem by Shweta Kolhi

The air we breath,
The hands we shake,
Will I fall prey?
Questions each eye with its stare.

Who are you,
The one who is pure,
Or the one we scare?
Wonders each eye with its stare.

He just sneezed,
He has cold,
Let's outcast him,
Orders each eye with its stare.

Are you smiling beneath your mask?
Wry of all the medical facts.
Pretending to do right in all the wrongs,
WHO gave you this power to play along?
Should question each eye with its stare.

(The above poem was written when the city I live in got threatened by Swine flu. WHO refers to World Health Organization)