Yodelling Of Corona Virus Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The Covid stared at the Solar eclipse
but not affected with solar retinopathy
an intense blindness that would have checked
spike in infections and communnal spread.

The drunken throngs give Covid to the sellers
in liquor outlets and buy back bottles of booze.
I am in penance for orders from my deer
for lifting the ban imposed on me
for sending messages or making calls.

In all the streets of my hamlet people
are in isolation and are scared
by the visits of the heath workers
with oximeters and thermal scanners
to assess the oxygen levels and body temperature.
Fever clinics mushroom but dental clinics shut down.

People stock vegetables, fruits, milk and grains,
When curfew is announced. Those who do
stamping duty at airports do not know
how to change the dates in stamping machines.
Inadequate amenities and shortage of water
make those tested positive escape the hospitals.
The name, Corona is yodelling into the folk songs.