Poem

Poem

'we are in the midst of calamity'

Dear friends

we are in the midst of calamity.

A flickering antihuman star,

stalking forth disarmly,

keeping on into the nooks and cannies,

like a monstrous terror.

Of course, you are a kind of disease.

people call you COVID-19

I listen you here and there

even i talk time and again too

you, only about you,

your dashing nature,

your undelimited hegemony.

As you became talk of the town,

we, human beings are in endless wail and babble.

Being callous in nature,

you are forcing the world in ruin.

By limping unseen body skimly,

you reached up all the corner of the world.

oh!

Some passed away! some in trauma

Some of us are in isolation.

Yet this severe chaos & vail convolution,

sporadically nagging a thrilling song,

glittering like a sun.

Dear friends,

might not it be a rescement of nature?

we are in the midst of calamity,

you are in the ignition of infinity.

As you are prevailed,

we are overwhelmed.

Finally you won the match,

you are Ubiquitious.

Now, I must regret.

Dwelling upon our own lethargy

Now, time has come to think again.

For us, Only two ways:

Either to go constantly for 'BREEDING FEAR'

or give an 'IDEL ACUMEN!'

✍ Bimal Sitoula, may 29 2020