The Virus Poem by Jaishree Nair

Feet soaked in the mud of vain power,
Foul breath wheezing through the dust of greed
bathing in the mirth of emotional bubbles
Wallowing in the bliss of lavish exuberance

Heedless to the warning bells of danger
we are bent on immortalising our power
A single sweep of nature's hand
sentenced all to imprisonment, hoping
to wipe away the age-old wrinkles of time.....

All are susceptible to the wrath of mother nature,
seemingly meek in enduring the whiplashes of time's progress,
The thread of patience worn out after repeated gashes
The moment of retributing has dawned.

The wheels of healing the gaping holes in motion now
The hiding wild free to bathe in the replenished aura
Learning to kneel before the whale of existence
clinging to the thread of life span in confinement

Withdrawing into the shell of solitary homes
opening eyes to the wonders of family time
Placing this missing piece in the jigsaw puzzle of existence
that complements the seven stages of one's life

Introspecting into the soul for eternal panacea
time has slowed its oace like a snail
immunising to keep the enemies at bay
hoping to rejuvenate with the himalayan power of alleviation...

Perhaps this is the manifestation prophesied in the holy books
born to wipe away the dark clouds of turbulance
that disturbs the harmony of the cosmos! ! !