At the large laboratory,
At the garden
Close to the Golgotha,
They cloned it
And called it
Corona.

Like the bullets
And the rockets
They shoot from Golan,
They shot corona
Into the land of Shinto.

Like wildfire
Corona flew and spread.
All corners of earth
Got shares of corona.

The deaths are frequent,
The deaths are many.
The dead are buried by the dying.
Mourners
Minimized by frequency of deaths.

They are compounding,
They are ready to release the antidote
To keep corona away from our bodies.

We, the helpless and hapless of this earth
Will in great gratitude
Surrender our meagre earnings
To the evil geniuses
Who cloned corona.

(Poem presented as social service, all rights reserved).

Year: 
2020
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