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Shiv Pratap Pal Jun 2020
They are so much cunning and cruel
Yet they possess, intelligence and smartness
Yes, they are filled with over confidence
They are absolutely shameless too

Don’t you feel my dear?
They don't have any sort of fear
They are beating us, hitting us
And we are helplessly watching them

They are neither allowing us to weep
Not they are letting us to cry loud
They are snatching our source of livelihood
They are looting our meagre savings too

They are boring bigger holes in our pockets
By their powerful invisible technological drills
Selling all sorts of stuff they use to produce
Drugs, sanitizers, hand washes and what not

They are asking to keep our ugly mouth fully shut
By putting beautiful, colourful and fancier masks
They are not letting us to meet our friends
They are not letting us to share our meals

They are not allowing us to share our views
They are not allowing us to share our thoughts
With any of our friend, relatives and fellow citizens
They are just telling us to follow whatever they say

They are throwing ******* and garbage on us
In the name of science, health and hygiene
There appears to be not much science
In their so call science and modern science

Shamelessly they proclaim to be our saviours
Saving us from the army of an invisible enemy
Although existence of any such army is doubtful
But their intentions are doubtful and doubtful

If any such invisible army of enemy really exists?
It may have been raised and owned by them only
To **** the lives of all the other fellow humans on earth
And to fulfil their greed and lust for power and money

They are planning to inject in our bodies
Some drugs, chemical or any such thing
They will even charge money for that
And try to fill their everlasting greed

I wonder, who they are?
God, Demi Gods or the Devils
Or they are just a band of inhuman
Resembling a band of nasty humans

Do they really have some superpower?
Or they are just a bunch of ugly parasites?
Trying to draw everything from our lives
Just to feed himself and to recreate his own life
A poem from the point of view of  conspiracy theorists.
There is this deadly eater

Which eats through even sweating

A sneeze gives it sharper teeth

To chew the human from inside

Merging blood is its travelling aeroplane

Pleasurable kissing its smooth vehicle

We're lucky the air begrudges it

Or it will wipe us all out

Lovers must be shunned

When they are caught

Because love can't protect

It's  wicked claws

It laughs at hand sanitizers

Because it is stronger than weak bacteria

And waits on death to get more flesh

One cannot be too careful

It kills even hands with experience

So stay away from handshakes and hugs

And be wary of high fevers

Ebola is real

Don't joke, don't laugh

No drug is known to conquer

So stay alert and stay alive.

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2004
EBOLA, SICKNESSES, AFRICA
The sound of thunder
            is washing against
                        a sleepless horizon, again…


And while days
            and miles and minutes
                        and all of the waters of the North Atlantic
            separate your body from
lying next to mine,
            painting the perfect picture of
                        soulful symmetry that I’ve been
            craving to know for the longest time,

for even half of a fickle moment,
            if I can hear your heartbeat against
                        my ear and feel the warmth of
            your body against my back

and the embrace of your arms
            wrapped tightly around my frame,
                        banishing every insecurity from
            the corners of my mind…

If I can feel grounded in your presence,
            even for just a moment…

And know that I’m not a puppet,
            rigged up as a marionette by my own emotions,
                        strung out on bad dreams and decisions, they’re just
            bad schemes that I’ve never learned to fight off,
or dry off from these ******
            depressive states soaking into my skin
                        like dollar store sanitizers, leaving my
            skin burning, and my soul yearning to
be clean from the agony that others have
            left behind, I just want simple peace of mind,
                        so that maybe, when the sun isn't shining and the sky is overcast
            I don’t start drifting into the past,
and I don’t lose myself again…


If I can feel grounded in your presence,
            even just for a moment…

Then maybe...
            Just maybe...
                        The sound of the thunder
                        washing against the horizon
                        won’t keep me awake at night…
Sabila Siddiqui Mar 2020
The name of it left buzzing malls empty,
sanitizers out of stock,
masks and hygiene products booming.

It revolutionized responses to sneezes
from bless you to get away from me.
It shut down schools and flights
bringing governments to its knees.

It snatched sleep from health workers,
that now risk their lives every day to be
the hustle towards the cure of it.

It declined stock markets,
dissipated jobs like
they were a mere nothing.

It ticked off the many goals of our buckets list
by travelling across the world,
and leaving the world impacted.

It disconnected touch,
grafted face masks onto people.
But wait, France is this a veil you’ll ban as well?

It revolutionized greetings,
made many of us home bounded –
is this the final push to making every inch of our lives digitalised?

As for the kids,
the final teachings of their doctors,
teachers and parents is put to work;
they’re finally washing their hands.
I see blood in their hands
Foolish thinking their sanitizers can mask the sin
Every moment of this life is written in our flesh
Written in ink
Written in truth
And ones flesh can be read
Read like the mountains and trees
I see blood in their hands
Salmabanu Hatim Mar 2020
For my birthday he gifted me:
Several packets of salt to gargle my throat,
Rolls of tissue paper,
Vitamin C  tablets
Sanitizers,
Masks and dettol sprays.
I love you tons and tons,
Be safe for me.
16/3/2020
RAJ NANDY May 2020
THE CAT AND MOUSE GAME*
Walt Disney’s ‘Tom & Jerry’ cartoons are popular
even to this day.
Cat’s stealth-like pursuits with near captures,
and the mouse’s repeated escapes, -
Is the very essence of the Cat and Mouse Game!
A test of patience and perseverance for the Cat,
But that Mouse usually manages to escape the
paws of the Cat!

The serious game our Doctors with patience
and dedication have continued to play,
Ever since that elusive Chinese virus has come
our way, deserves our Commendation!
As with sprays, hand sanitizers, and a mask we
try to prevent Corona’s inhalation.
Fighting an unseen enemy which continues to
haunt and escape detection!
Wish there was ‘a game plan’ for its destruction!

A rat poison can be more effective than the Cat,
But only an anti-dote or a vaccine can **** our Rat!
Let us pray that soon a vaccine comes to light,
To drive away our gloom and make the future
look Bright!
                                       -Raj Nandy, New Delhi.
Leo Jan 2020
Spinning mad futile psychoses delusional disorder persecutory follow me follow me follow me

Crucify crucify crucify

The lions are at the gates

The LIONS are at the GATES

Please — please, PANIC

They asked for volunteers and you swore

You SWORE

And here you are exposing the secret belying the deepest chasms of affinity for nothing be nothing be nothing be nothing

Thirty pieces of silver is too much

The LIONS are AT the GATES

You SWORE

They told you it would ****

They told you what it felt like to be dissected on a molecular level — to plummet headlong through a blackhole out from the context of what has been and into the being of all that will ever

YOU SWORE

And here we are — here I am alone

And the LIONS are AT THE GATES

And we’ve lost another solider to cafeteria food and freshly waxed vinyl flooring and the smell of unscented soap and non-alcoholic hand sanitizers and the taste of Bob Barker toothpaste that fills your mouth as you scrape your maw with ironlike hard plastic bristles and the sound of a door propping open as you shower to make sure you’re not hanging from the curtain and the taste you get on the back of your tongue when you feel the air that is so stale from locked windows and doors it makes you feel nauseous thinking about it and the girl in the corner of the room who colors and you know that she swore too you know that she swore too you know that she swore too because you were there

And I am left

HERE
ALONE
EVENTHOUGHYOUSWORE
EVENTHOUGHTHEYTOLDYOUITWOULDS­UCK
EVENTHOUGH
THE LIONS
ARE AT
THE GATE

I should have known.
They told me it would **** when they asked for volunteers.
Inspired by a friend
June 04, 2021

Amidst sylvan setting, under a verdant vineyard
Rains sing sonorous lullabies
I witness serendipitous showers
O wow! The glorious, natural sanitizers !!
Divine arrangement in progress by the Maker
Friends, comprehend this captivating nature.

Raindrops cascade down on fecund earth
Sun-baked land brims with water
I deeply inhale the pious petrichor
O wow! The earthy, natural scent !!
Divine mechanism in progress by the Maker.
Friends, enjoy this pristine nature.

Magical feat of light, sound and water
Profound thoughts encrypted in each drop
I decode these glorious musings.
O wow! Musical messages from far above !!
Divine process in progress by the Maker.
Friends, bow down before this enigmatic nature.

Heaven erupts in a penetrating drizzle
Scintillating expressions of the omnipotent
I flourish in the quiet ecstasy.
O wow! The omnipresent in natural silhouette !!
Divine dance in progress by the Maker.
Friends, be in communion with this spectacular nature.



@ Preeti Pathak
RAJ NANDY May 2020
BEHIND  THE  MASK
               By Raj Nandy

That Clinical Mask which covers our face,
As a screen between that Chinese virus and
the human race.
Along with sanitizers and hand wash now
life becomes worth living.
But God has also to be kind and forgiving!

But even without a mask a face can be a
total fake.
And a double faked face even the underworld
goons dread!
Like the double agent in a spy thriller with a
double fake face.
Playing a dangerous double game with his
mask-less, faked, yet a known face!

But our mask-less Chinese virus is an invisible
enemy unseen.
Lurking in open and closed spaces, and in public
gatherings.
So better to have even a double faked face,
To hoodwink that virus and save the Human
Race!                    
                - Raj Nandy, New Delhi, 11 May 2020.
Reflective thoughts with pun on words , and about people with maskless face  but with expressions which are fake!
Divya Midha Jul 2020
I looked out of House, very less to be seen !!
Roads seem empty, so Neat & Clean !
Clouds so white, Trees so Green !!
Fresh breeze out, Yet, I can’t Breathe in !
A monster roams out, it’s Covid-19 !!

Its tinier than a cell, makes breathing so Hell !!
It travels so quick, from elderly to teen!
But all gets well, in home quarantine!!

Forced indoors, Seem one of the cures!!
No Handshakes to meet, Do “Namaste” to greet!
Standing at a distance of more than a  Feet !!
Sanitizers, Mask and Good hygiene,
is all going to protect us from Covid-19 !!

Much we can do in ample of time!!
not just Netflix & Amazon prime!!
Cooking & Cleaning is merely a task !
helping the need while giving them mask !!

Virtual classes & webinars on zoom!
Learning goes on while sitting in a room!!
Coming up live with a tap “On Screen”,
Catching up with Friends the long we had seen !
Life turns “Virtual“with Covid-19 !!

It’s time to ensure, to be wiser than before
until, we get its permanent Cure!!
Stay healthy and safe, for all I pray!
Today, tomorrow & everyday!!

I wish we get rid of Covid-19!
& soon our lives turn
Back “Off Screen”!!
On the surface of the waters
No time to repent
You chose black methods
Now you reap of death
/
I judge freely
On my spiders web
Built of fine cloth
Clean like me always

You tried to drown me
Call me filthy
Wash me in your sanitizers
I never needed you

You made yourself a bargain
Be my slave or die
You judged me for a flargen
I repay you in judgment.
Salmabanu Hatim Mar 2020
Dear Society,

           This is to remind you I am your creator and I am in control.
You forgot about me in your euphoria to control the world.
             I always forgive.I am giving you a rare gift to put your house in order. I am giving you time to spend together as families. Time to slow down.
              For years the society is weary and exhausted crying out to me. Mental illnesses  and cases of suicides have increased.
               Rest, play and work at home. Build relationships. Work on projects at home you had dreamed about. Most important learn to be clean. Toilet rolls and sanitizers are not necessary. Clean water and good hygiene is important.
                    You have dirtied mother earth till it had no place to breathe.I warned you.I sent earthquakes, Tsunamis, El Ninos,
Climate Change and fires but, you never listened.
                      Now,distancing you from socializing and putting a stop on industries and staying  at home has done wonders. Mother Earth is breathing again.
                      I hope you have woken up and REMEMBER ME I AM YOUR SAVIOUR.
19/3/2020
sandra wyllie Mar 2020
to cover up. Recirculating their
own breath in a paper cup. They
look as death, these walking zombies
emerging from their places, hiding morose

faces. All you see are beady eyes from
cipher warlocks that scurry by. Paper Mache
on the streets/in the subway. Their smiles
have been erased. They won’t extend

their arm for a handshake. Scared as rats
of what will spread. Boil the sheets of their own
bed. Spraying everything/wiping it
down. Chemicals sit as lice on top of every

frigging device that is found. Sanitizers
everywhere. All I see are fearful stares. It’s
not a world I want to live in, where people
are afraid of touching each other and kissing.

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