Vanquished Corona Poem by Somali Mukherjee

Corona's tyranny
Can't be our destiny.
We're not afraid
Of Corona's raid.
We will live;
We won't die;
Corona will leave
And feel shy.
How, O, how?
Tell me how.
Yes, I will.
Sure, I will.
Hold your breath;
Close your eyes;
Conquer death;
Conquer sighs;
Live we will
With goodwill.
Live we must. Live we must;
Corona will feel aghast
With our strong mettle;
Aye! We'll resettle.
We will defeat
Corona's fit.
We're not mundane human;
We each is a superman.