CORONA: A touchstone of death

The night is broken
With deadly silence,
She is coming on a killing spree
Running behind others
Like a drunkard behind the rums,
She is following with madness
Whoever she finds on her way
Touches her a little
And makes her wild
Vie to suck the blood.

I am sure she is not lonely
For all you touched her,
She will remain with you till your death
She has accomplished much task calmly,
Hypnotizes many to count her love
On loose characters
For more and more,
She is in starving intensity
Shakes lives in slight touch,
For your hiding and unfaithful means
She shows her love is pure,
She would not desert you on the road
She would follow you home,
Catch your breath
To bless a touch for all your lovers,
To make them silent carrier
With thousands of others,

She is not lonely
She is with you all,
Around the corner
Around the globe,
To ensnare those
Takes all to hell
Who don't stay at home,
Please stop going out
Remain inside with your chums,
Don't touch anything
She is a death touchstone.
She knows the limit of your existence
You Know the limits of your survival.

Paramananda Mahanta