New-fangled beliefs of people
are virtually formidable or less
virtually formidable;
If the virus is the knock,
Why we don’t ratify
Something best.
The knock, we are unlikely of,
Our veins got grated with the
outburst off the wall:
Our hearts are beating fast,
Our homes are on the menace,
Our family has wildly been
unnerved a lot.
A wife raises a question to her
husband,
“Are we going to die directly”
“
A mother to her son,
“What is the threat they are
addressing?’
A grandmother to her grand-
-sons
” What is VABA(the plague)?”
So, wis, what are the excuses
to be put on
This virus, no end of, scanning
the host;
Giving three precarious signs
Runny nose,
Sore throat,
Shortness of
breath,
So great is that won against
the knock,
And left beyond all
scaring,
The very nation is
China,
Who fronted every snag
of pandemic.
No deterrent strutted around
them;
But with vigor in hearts for
adored ones.
We can seize our opportunities,
If we love praying to Allah,
Morally not for just
Kashmir, but for
the whole sphere.
Topicality of the poem is commendable.
It is very a kind of tenderness in you supporting me a lot,
Indebted to you
Very insightful , commendable contemporaneity , well written .
Really humbled by ur words , keep supporting and loving like that,
Always grateful to you
An interesting pen picture framing some poignant questions
Thanks for , You have really nailed it…
Keep loving and supporting
An insightful,thought-provoking literary piece.
Thanks , your saying speaks alot
“Literature is the mirror of society.” So does it reflects. Very informative and useful poem. Positive in tone.