The Curfew Curtails Caronavirus Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The curfew imposed to curtail the Covid-19
has cornered me into my house
and my wheel marked agile feet are tied up.
My longing to see my Cheetah dear only once
is not fulfilled at least by whatsup!
Cheetah seems more adamant
as the cyber-thieves move in stealth
to filch the photos and misuse.
Cheetah is scared even to send messages
as the robbers lie in wait to catch the fair.

My goddess pays no heed to my pleas,
Keeps quiet, but once in a fortnight
her mails shower me with stones and arrows.
Corona gives me clues to meet my hearty queen,
in the quise of a doctor or a Sanitary worker
and lifts her up by my right hand
or by my equally strong left hand.