The Ides Of March

By Madhumitha K S

THE IDES OF MARCH’ 20

The world where you can have too much of a good thing,

Immersed into a grand solitude - eyes opened and doors closed;

Beware the Ides of March!

A love-sick Romeo couldn’t cross paths with his ladylove Juliet-

A young Brutus couldn’t hang out with his amigos-

An Oberon and Titania ceaselessly duelled until they were blue in the face-

Star-crossed lovers Beatrice and Benedick battled over wits-

And the helpless Rosalind and Celia were stuck at home forever and a day.

Such was the hapless fate of the mob with a forgone conclusion.

Howbeit, an Othello of the mob was never swayed by the green-eyed monster,

Greed made a wild-goose chase in coaxing Macbeth

Lear’s wealth remained undistributed as pure as the driven snow!

Mankind that had seen better days came to a standstill-

Chaos melted into thin air,

Enthusiastic thoughts and pristine minds looked forward to a brave new world.

The world rests with closed doors

Navigating through the abnormal,

During such times of uncertainty.

Naked air blows in the fresh mornings,

Adorning the empty streets.

I hear the euphonious chirping of birds rather than cacophonous vehicle horns.

I witness imprisoned men

With masked faces and gloved hands!

Between the melting chaos,

Families, within four walls, exist together

Amidst isolation!

Nature heals herself; sans human intervention

For I have rejuvenated the existing and paved way for retrieving.

The battle is still on,

With me on one side and the globe on the other.

Humanity resists me, yet I remain victorious!

For I will not leave the earth without asserting my power!

By Madhumitha K S