THE LOCK DOWN

The poem presents the severe condition that prevails all over the world, due to coroa virus

Out from the hospitals everyday
Hundreds of stretchers are taken away
The shrouded corpses to jumbo trucks
Without tags on the lifeless legs.

The cold wind lashes unbothered,
Deprived of their last rites,
Bodies of bodies are disposed of
None by the side to alleviate the painful ones
No ceremonies, no relatives, no friends to witness.

Radiant red roses, just like a painted picture on a panel
Welcome the deceased
The aura furnishes no fragrance
Fortunate enough to be properly buried.

No luminous lights to cherish, desperate to
Warm tired bones in broad day light
At homes, everybody is quarantined,
The wheels of lives in confusion confined.

Discoloured eyes and fretful faces
Lamenting lips utter mere fragranted phrases
Same the scenes, here and there, no difference
Shielded under the roof, a symbol of defence.

Tweets, newspapers, and television updates
Focus on the burning issue, primarily to educate
The masses violating the law of social distance,
Government funds and all other cost-effective sources
Target to tackle the fatal circumstances.

Thousands of soldiers with fully equipped warships
Wait for an order to exterminate the enemy
But the equipments are outdated actually
And their experiences are worn out

The virus, no longer unfamiliar to any culture
No language, no religion remains untouched
Unlike yesterday, the world is one today
Governments, medical teams, police the stars of the sky
The real title-holders, let's assist them to fly high.

Author's Note

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