Trajectory

Pam Kille Kaplan
The Panchgani Pen
Published in
1 min readMar 24, 2020

Her heart was heavy with fear
The COVID-19 cases were growing at last
It seemed that new cases were erupting quite near
And businesses were shuttering so fast

Who was to know whom would become ill
Yesterday most looked fine while touching and spreading
The germs that others attempted to kill
From the virus they’d been dreading

Hand sanitizers, cleaning agents and masks
Were snatched up from the store shelves by some with concern
Yet young people gathered to party with flasks
Selfish or invincible, it was hard to discern

Each day, the media reports were more grim
With increasing new cases, active cases and death
The chances of staying well were becoming quite slim
She silently screamed while holding her breath

Many tactics were in place to create awareness
But to stop social affliction
They needed to have fairness
Not contradiction

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