Corona Virus

Corona Virus, were you self-born?

Were you a creation of someone?

Unseen to the eye and unheard to the ear

Your birthplace, Wuhan known for tear.

All know that you did not descend from the sky

Nor were you a sky-lab for fears high.

Scientists invented vaccines for all viruses

Not to let any nation fall into crises.

You differ in your annihilating powers,

Carriers to spread death-fears and death-tears

So small that seen microscopically

To cause always jitters globally.

All over the earth, you are the earthquake

With tremors every inch to everyone's shake

Irrespective of man-created barriers.

Lows and highs with no and cozy shelters

You are the pandemic, the merciless killer

With infection to all alike, a leader and a tiller,

All the people find a way to keep you out

In unseen shackles in no doubt,

Staying indoors under the lock-down

To empty roads, to leave you sans crown

Police-brothers, friendly officials for service sure

God-like-doctors with all personnel to cure,

The infected, and treat them recover

Without caring for their lives ever,

Against you, it is the battle worldwide,

You are power but conquest is on man's side,

You can let the victory go to the human,

Our leaders for their service yeoman.

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METVERSE MUSE

Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020

60th Issue

Fair Is Love in Race

                                          (A Roundel of Ten Syllables)

 

                                   Fair is love in race, the sacred emotion 

                                     No ill feeling has in its lovely grace.

                                     Its fashion sows only holy passion 

                                                  Fair is love in race.

                               Love grows and glows on a permanent base 

                                  The pair knows no failure in its mission

                               No gains as goals, no pains in hearts to face.        

                                     Love sojourns to the love destination

                                    Like the sun in its journey with its rays      

                                       Like the star to twinkle in its station

                                                   Fair is love in race.

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METVERSE MUSE

Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020

60th Issue

For Goals in Stature

                                                     (A Roundel of Ten Syllables)

                                            

                                             For goals in stature, the teacher marches,

                                              Students shine as the citizens of future, 

                                           By ideals, their hearts, the teacher touches

                                                            For goals in stature

    

                                            Wisdom-like-fragrance grows in the teacher,

                                             His treasure-like-essence holds all torches,

                                              For light-like-delight in welcome gesture.

                                             All his wealth he shares and so he teaches

                                           Like the flower spreading fragrance-feature

                                                In selfless service, he duly searches  

                                                             For goals in stature.

Published

METVERSE MUSE

Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020

60th Issue