Ghost town in broad daylight,
Phantoms all out and partying!
With but their evanescent forms,
Unearthly and deadly terrifying,
Haunted souls dare not step out,
Pandemic dread, out of this world,
Unpredictable by palm readers,
Even the greatest fiction writers,
Did not see this one coming!
No creature, no bird is flying,
If not out of fear, perhaps timid,
Or in solidarity with humanity,
No whistling of the thick bushes,
Giant trees stand still in salutation,
No leaf bold enough to barge,
The wind too, seemed paralysed,
How did it get to be this eerie?
Control was once at our disposal,
Took no heed and dilly-dallied,
Avoiding the frightening specter,
If only we had guts and looked,
Right into the white of its eyes,
Dug into the depths of its soul,
Earlier, putting our foot down,
It’s widespread now, a little tardy,
Paying back in multifaceted ways,
Long furlough and inactivity,
Through confinement and death,
Medics start playing God, picking,
Who dies and who gets to live,
Where are the powerful nations?
Cowed by an inorganic virus,
Kicked into hiding by tiny particles,
Infinitely minute and invisible,
Politicians, reign and subjects alike,
The privileged and disenfranchised,
Receive a dose in equal measures,
And so when does this prank end?
A game with real and lasting impact!
Wait while Covid-19 takes control,
At the helm and barking orders,
Until then, no one moves!
