Russianroulette Poem by SAIPRAKASH KUNTAMUKKALA

RUSSIAN ROULETTE
Not limited to its origin
The Virus so virulent
Spreading its tentacles
Far and wide
Leaving no place to hide
Mankind forced to remain
Primitiveas if before the social scene
None to roam in groups
All to play the RUSSIAN ROULETTE
All the chambers filled except one
Much deadlier than the musical chairs
Not a child's play
No ringa ringa roses but
All to fall down
Those who stand remain calm
The bullets that pierced throughtheir fellow men
Witnessed in horror
Partly coveredfaces
That soak in terror
Masks turn their color from pink to red
Leaving the scars in brown
Is it theNature's RUSSIAN ROULETTE
Still in play?