Virus Poems
As the darkness grips us (COVID-19)
by Aman Chowdhry
Oh my gosh! We played with mother nature,
& now mankind is under threat.
Tust me! If we don’t join hands,
very little will be left to regret.
This darkness is not new,
we have come a long way.
Mantaining hygine and no socialising,
is all the way to practise each day.
......
infected
by Bogdan Dragos
He just had to stand
walk to the kitchen
open the fridge
get a can of beer
open it
and come back to the desk
sit down and lean back in the chair
was this something to
laugh about?
......
Hidden Enemy
by Chandra Pathakoti
A hidden enemy is waging war on Human Kind?
Viciously attacking us from behind?
Is nefarious ploys nature of this predator?
Are Veiled attacks on us is its character?
Who is this evil monster disguised in devil form?
Who is this demon dislodging our strength with spell of dreadful storm?
Who is this marauder throwing vicious blows?
Who is it? No one knows? Faster it comes and faster it grows, our woes
......
Poverty as a Pandemic Pain
by Ololade Raji
Life in the hood means nothing without a livelihood as those in the hood will choose livelihoods over lives. Maybe you now know why the frenzy virus feeds on your lives through the hunger of those in the hood
But if you fear the virus and still value your life above your livelihood, then, you are not in the hood. And you better not leave those in the hood to leave the hood for food and the virus
For it is good to move their food to the hood so they remain in the hood, then, you would not need to brood over their covid moves to leave their hood
I hope you know the gloom that looms if you do not give a hoot and look beyond loots. Have I just told you how to woo those in the hood with food to stay at home?
If you do not believe that you need food to ease the pandemic pains in the hood, you would neither believe in the corona dirge for a sweet aunt nor a word from this howl
......
Lamentations of A Free Inmate
by Ololade Raji
It was indeed a long night, as many tossed and turned in a dreamless void. Yet, for the fifth moon in the year of the virus, I would rather remain locked down
Lest you shed my piteous fate another tear, know my lot in life is a little better than the isolated souls in stealthy battle with death. And of those quarantined only to the tiny quotas for the breath of life, but who would rather trade in such direness for an instant demise
It is any and every soul in this oubliette who has been locked up but with doors ajar. Seers say with the bliss of a century comes agonies in an annual crisis of pains. Yet, mortality in these days of May may be more than those in prior months of His unmerited mercies
Let those who still long for the new decade’s daydreams now appreciate the post-pandemic possibilities of a new norm and...
Let those who eventually live to tell the tale, share with generations the wrath of the minutely unseen, for this dreary night of nightmares is utterly devoid of a wink of deep sleep
......
infected
by Bogdan Dragos
He just had to stand
walk to the kitchen
open the fridge
get a can of beer
open it
and come back to the desk
sit down and lean back in the chair
was this something to
laugh about?
......
The Time of Terror
by Japman Aneja
I saw the sun rise from beneath the ground,
And bring a time of sunshine and cheer around,
When children played around and the nature danced to its own beat,
When birds sung their melodies and butterflies came to greet,
But this joy soon faded away and the fun seemed to cease,
When the clouds stormed over and the rain destroyed the nature’s peace,
The children stopped playing and nature showed its rage,
The sky growled, the thunder rumbled and everyone returned to their cage,
......
Lamentations of A Free Inmate
by Ololade Raji
It was indeed a long night, as many tossed and turned in a dreamless void. Yet, for the fifth moon in the year of the virus, I would rather remain locked down
Lest you shed my piteous fate another tear, know my lot in life is a little better than the isolated souls in stealthy battle with death. And of those quarantined only to the tiny quotas for the breath of life, but who would rather trade in such direness for an instant demise
It is any and every soul in this oubliette who has been locked up but with doors ajar. Seers say with the bliss of a century comes agonies in an annual crisis of pains. Yet, mortality in these days of May may be more than those in prior months of His unmerited mercies
Let those who still long for the new decade’s daydreams now appreciate the post-pandemic possibilities of a new norm and...
Let those who eventually live to tell the tale, share with generations the wrath of the minutely unseen, for this dreary night of nightmares is utterly devoid of a wink of deep sleep
......
Poverty as a Pandemic Pain
by Ololade Raji
Life in the hood means nothing without a livelihood as those in the hood will choose livelihoods over lives. Maybe you now know why the frenzy virus feeds on your lives through the hunger of those in the hood
But if you fear the virus and still value your life above your livelihood, then, you are not in the hood. And you better not leave those in the hood to leave the hood for food and the virus
For it is good to move their food to the hood so they remain in the hood, then, you would not need to brood over their covid moves to leave their hood
I hope you know the gloom that looms if you do not give a hoot and look beyond loots. Have I just told you how to woo those in the hood with food to stay at home?
If you do not believe that you need food to ease the pandemic pains in the hood, you would neither believe in the corona dirge for a sweet aunt nor a word from this howl
......
As the darkness grips us (COVID-19)
by Aman Chowdhry
Oh my gosh! We played with mother nature,
& now mankind is under threat.
Tust me! If we don’t join hands,
very little will be left to regret.
This darkness is not new,
we have come a long way.
Mantaining hygine and no socialising,
is all the way to practise each day.
......
