The Pandemic

By Anushka Gupta

A sunrise, or a set,

Only a clock can tell.

How vile life became,

Clock isn’t alone to be blamed.

For its traffic, the milkman,

the newspaper, the tele,

who break my silence of sleep.

O’ the maid robbing the fan's wind, to sweep.

I wonder the day when nature breaks the norm.

Well, that day isn’t near,

here comes the fear,

Forever shall I wake up with the blow of a horn?

I am the victim of my own deed,

They say to the corpse, rest in peace,

But what about the flesh that bleeds?

I crave for nature, the birds, the trees,

The clear sky, and the windy feel.

Is it coming? My vision gets blur,

Who cares, let me sleep on the fur.

Next i know, i got to go for my chores,

OH, my fear, for the town is closed,

I sought for reason, is it some treason?

A door knocked, to answer my anxiety.

And guess who it was, yes, the almighty

She brought the nature, my craving,

Accompanying a fatal virus raging.

Forward your hand, she called,

Take what is yours, she balled,

I played the sixer, and the earth got it all,

Only this time life was paying the cost.

Nature is here, and so is death,

Like kinsman walking a footpath,

Well, Man is the ugly foe,

Now nature is ruling the show.

By Anushka Gupta