Corona is the uncrowned
prince
Fondly cristened covid 19;
While viewed from the mirror
Of my ungroomed perspective
He is a blessing in disguise
I would say.
Along the path the royal tread
Not a place under the welkin's
chin,
Where he hasn't sowed;
The seed of his revengeful
deed indeed
He hasn't forgotten to make
his silent steps
Into regimes where the sun
doesn't sink,
The nation that has led it's
chariots day and night.
In him we found the fulfilment
Of the age old axion
'Death the leveller;'
The simple lesson of humility.
Forty days of quarantine
Purged the hearts and minds
of gall
Friends and foes learned
to live together
In harmony,love and mutual
care
Mekha s m
