The virus and I
K. Radhakumar *
A black hawk hovers
Over the sea of humanity;
The earth shakes with fright.
No smile hovers
On one's lips.
The First World War
Hiroshima Nagasaki
Where the green leaves fell
Before a hard winter
For love of one's country and motherland -
That's past history now.
Covid-19!
The day is not far off
When one will say,
'Well, we won't talk about it -
That's history.'
The death of millions of people!
The hawk flies slowly past;
At noon
The hawk appears
As a black dot on the horizon.
It's not everyday
One is made to learn
One is involved in mankind:
Thanks to Covid-19!
There's not much, not much
To philosophize about death;
It's a natural phenomenon.
When it affects others -
Death is hell,
A thing not to be proud of.
In these hard times
One dreams of a death
Which is not the cause of death
Of one's fellow citizens.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on July 05, 2020.
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